in this little pond

Sophia Wood
3 min readJan 20, 2022

This is the twentieth set of haiku from my daily practice started on January 1st, 2021. I publish a new set every 19 days. Enjoy! The set for 2021 are here (friend’s links).

you anticipate

that your trail will not be full

of water and ducks

there you are, my hawk

contemplating reflection

in this little pond

your path can be framed

with the steel beams of your thoughts

to bridge within you

some windows are but

fractals into more windows

iterated views

I glanced at you — there

an impetus for your flight

to gossip of this

oh, how you long to

break free from these tangled limbs

to be swept by wind

generative art

in the cracks beneath my feet

ever evolving

a forest of ferns

upon a forest by sea

modest are the trees

sitka my sitka

shelter me with your branches

as I lean to you

when you miss the moon

just keep going — it is but

a sign on your way

the elk must have left

just before this headland warmed

with the morning’s grace

bubbles have been packed

on the surface of the depths

of my consciousness

you harbor beauty

in your layers as they fall

off of you in age

an aperture formed

to manifest silver clouds

at the lowest point

somehow blooms do form

from life that I did not know

was so capable

it’s best not to see

too far ahead of your path

look at what’s in reach

the currents of geese

flow through the ocean of sky

bringing waves of north

just for a moment

I thought you might sit with me

and talk of the birds

get ready for night

to journey beneath the stars

unconstrained by thought



Sophia Wood

Math obsessed perpetual asker of why. Creator of poetry, code, math, and art. find me at or Salem, OR