Swamp Life, a haiku by Drem

For some strange reason, at 6AM this morning while being completely sleep deprived and petting my cat who was having a nightmare, I remembered a haiku I wrote about four years ago.

Disclaimer: I hate haikus. I feel I have too much to say. I am too dramatic. I am too prolific. I am a living baroque hallway. I am too much for a haiku. But, I had to write it.
Background: I grew up in swamp land and remember feeling the cool earth worms, having them crawl up my arm which acted like a small ice cube . I remember how cold they were compared to me.

 

If it connected with you, let me know.

 

Little Earth Worm, a haiku by Drem

Written 2011

 

Cold, smell of nothing

I wish I were you right now

Earthworm in summer