Instead of stopping for the night like a reasonable person, I drove from Charlotte straight home. Didn’t get a chance to logon at all yesterday, but I did compose the haiku while driving through the marsh lands around Pascagoula, MS.
If you’ve never been in that part of the world, it’s near the Gulf of Mexico and the water tends to be brackish with lots of vegetation: living and rotting. With this setting, the unique odor, and the on-coming night rattling in my head, the haiku came naturally.
In the damp and must,
Reborn of decaying plants,