The image sparked the haiku, and when I went to post it on Instagram, I saw that Noah Davis had a post of himself reading poetry in his tomato patch, so I dedicated the haiku to him. Noah grew up around here, and he and his father Todd Davis (also a poet) hunt deer on our mountain, so I’ve kind of watched him grow up. His first collection, Of This River, was one of my favorite reads of the past year.
One of those haiku that just comes fully formed with no effort, as I sat on the porch this morning watching the rain and feeling very at home in the world. I had taken the photo of rain-drenched lilies-of-the-valley in my front garden a couple of days ago; we’re in a rainy spell. It was not immediately obvious where to place the text, and initially I had it on the lichen at the bottom with copious drop-shadow to make it legible, which was OK but not great. Under the shelter of the leaves turned out to be better in every way, and my usual technique of trying fonts at random seemed to work out as well: this is Quicksand with some added spacing between the letters.