Some Courtroom Haiku
The muse struck me in the middle of the trial, so I filled my notes up with them. A couple were personal enough that they made me uncomfortable, so I’m not putting them here. Ha!
coffee is not life
I need the energy to live
this is not living
(Composed outside a courtroom drinking what is possibly the worst cup of coffee that I have been grateful to have in months)
the forced air lulls sleep
questions drone while the building
gives quiet justice
fidget shift wiggle
my body envies the fight
of mental combat
woolen armour of
warriors at law shrouding
the worst of the best
juror thrust into
the quibbles of petty men
honor in duty
rational bastion
emotion educated
married to reason
history lines walls
the portraits shrink as time goes
so do the judges
I am popular
everyone knows my name
no one knows me
like a pro athlete
my skills envied but not me
I am a trophy
jury charge conference
we disagree on what is
the disagreement
cold tile and cool air
soft leather squeeky tilt chair
at home in the court
gotta make water
do not think about going
relief is relief
