The Turning of Summer

On the Summer Solstice, light reaches its zenith—yet the turning has already begun. This haiku reflects on that fleeting pause between ascent and return, when even summer seems to hesitate before moving on.

Sun stands very still.

Summer falters a little,

and then marches south.

Welfare unto all 

Rab Rakha 

Before Sunrise

Some expressions of love are quiet enough to be overlooked in the moment. Looking back, I realize that countless early mornings began with a simple act of care— my father waking before dawn so I could catch the day ahead.

Through the still dark dawns,

for the train before sunrise,

father wakes me up.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha