Haiku for You

I have been on Christmas holiday for a few days.  I am hungry to write something that connects me.  I thought that if I came to Fridley Starbucks, something would weave a new dream.  I had a really good swim last night.  I went later so there was very little activity in the pool.  I ran into the Japanese trinity who I see there sometimes.  We took a hot tub together yesterday.  It is the aging grandfather (he says hello in English and goodbye as well as he bows my way), the aging grandmother (she swats him on the bootie after he talks to me and splashes him with water), and the dutiful granddaughter.  The grandmother got out of the hot tub, and she sat on the side until I got out.  I felt very protected.  I know what an honor that is.  It was funny because a few days ago I saw Isles of Dogs.  It was a Japanese animated movie.  It had light Japanese humor to it that was really cool.  Maybe people are rearranging their thoughts about what is real and what is not.  I stay quiet in this moment as my train feels like it took the wrong tracks in my sleep.  I just know that Asia, especially Japan, is coming on board today.  It is difficult to discuss lineage lines in a royal market.  I will just say that I had Japanese blood around me, from birth, but I have no Asian (or any other minority) blood in my bloodstream, but I have had it all tunnel through affecting my thinking patterns, learning styles, and verbalizations.  Japan has been a key at keeping me the me I wish to be.  The trees of deceit will never create anything of their own.  I bring a piece of chalk and a ruler to the learning board every day, and start with a perfect equilateral triangle.  Beyond that, a compass can draw a perfect circle inside.  THAT was my idea on Waikiki.  Others lay claim to my project, but they change it just enough to not make me rage every day.  The thought process of Haiku was taught to me right away after birth, and is celebrated in Isle of Dogs.  I will celebrate that artistry with you by sharing my haiku Balance with you.  The butterfly flies.  Feathers of a heron dance.  Be well with balance.  Take this haiku into your heart and be kind to the wild birds in your vicinity.