Controlled temperature, or: Swimming pool

A haibun

I am not prone to extreme emotions, tending to be fairly even-keeled, although I must confess to the occasional outburst of frustration. Rarely do I experience what I would call joy, which I perceive as a very powerful emotion, related to but distinct from happiness and contentment.

Joy, for me, comes at moments like my daughter’s birth and my wedding some years prior. Joy was what I experienced at the age of ~19½ when my younger brother was born.

It’s not at all the case that I walk around under dark, stormy grief-clouds, but grief has certainly become a closer companion to me than joy, especially since I lost my father several years ago.

The festive Jewish spring holiday of Purim is around the corner, and its air is one of revelry, which I find difficult to connect with. Of course, for my 7-year-old daughter’s sake, I celebrate this holiday fully, even dressing up a bit in costume, as is traditional.

I do my utmost to maximize the joy in my child’s life. Most recently, I signed her up for swimming lessons, which she is beyond excited about.

indoor swimming pool
controlled warm temperature
joyful children splash

Go Dog Go Cafe’s Haibun Wednesday

  • This week’s prompt is to write a haibun about joy.
  • From Poetry.org:
    • In How to Haiku, Bruce Ross writes, “If a haiku is an insight into a moment of experience, a haibun is the story or narrative of how one came to have that experience.”

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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34 thoughts on “Controlled temperature, or: Swimming pool”

  1. Story. You weave so well into words emotion felt and the learnings that come from being present in moment. Thank you for sharing your poem and story. 🧡

  2. When they begin to swim, the heart brims with joy. And I can understand your feelings, David. Not sad, not joyful, a state of equilibrium. It’s usually the best. 🙂

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