Monday

Haiku

The fish in our pond thoroughly enjoy their morning and evening repast of floating crunchy tidbits. We do not feed them very much as they are highly skilled in capturing small insects and we would not like to encourage the lose of those skills.

When we call 'hello, hello' they come to the edge of the pond filled with excitement (the fish not the pond, although the thought of an excited pond is certainly enticing) eager for the delectable catchow all non-human species appear to adore.

But not Haiku. I have written about the white-with-large-red-square beauty in this blog back in the spring when she was moving so gracefully through watery reflections of the yellow irises. Many of the fish have become special to me but perhaps none more so than Haiku. Maybe because I am a mostly minimalist painter and that red square on white really gets me.

Maybe because Haiku goes her own way. She does not join the other fish in their lusty snatching of the topside tidbits. Instead she floats, oh so serenely, under them. She does not absent herself to the other side of the pond or anything like that. She stays part of her crowd, having a little nibble from time to time but not much. More like a dinner guest having a small polite helping of a dish not truly to their taste.

As much as her beauty, this distinction of being fascinates me.  She is not isolated in any way from the others. She plays fish games with them and hangs out in the shadows with a large group in the heat of late afternoon sun. And mates with finny abandon through the watery grasses when the urge is upon her.

The possible conjunctures considering her uniqueness are many:  some of a scientific bent, some more poetic. All are interesting for a moment or two, interesting to a mind long intent on multiple reasons for any unusual sight the eyes may have brought.

But I do like it best when reason has fled from my consideration of Haiku.  She is her own being.  That I do know.  And no understanding from me is necessary to her being exactly as she is. Not one bit.  I do well to remember that in all my many relationships.

A red square on white, moving easily though water.  How could that be anything other than simply enough?