They make me nervous -- and not just having them played on me, but also playing them on others.
I say "April Fool's" before the joke is even finished, lest my victim spend a millisecond worried or confused.
This morning when my Small One went off with her "broken wrist" wrapped in an ace bandage, it took great restraint not to follow behind her saying, "She's just joking, folks. Carry on. Nothing to look at here..."
I'm well aware that this makes me kind of a scrooge on a day like today, but here's the thing. I like surprises that make people float, rather than knock them off balance, surprises that make people expand rather than contract, surprises that delight.
And I really, really like surprises that come wrapped up in poems.
So, it may not be my day but it's definitely my month: National Poetry Month!
Here are some surprises for you:
Get a poem-a-day in your mailbox from Knopf
Get a poem-a-day in your mailbox from Poetry Daily
Get today's list of Poetry Friday features at The Poem Farm.
And, if you're so inclined, you can get a haiku-a-day right here. Today marks the beginning of my third annual April Haiku Series in celebration of National Poetry Month, and I'm even extending the practice to haibuns this year -- at the invitation of one of my poetry sisters, Andi Jazmon at a wrung sponge.
A haibun is the practice of complementing one's haiku with a little prose. A little commentary, or journalling, to frame or extend the idea of the haiku. Basho created the haibun style as he needed a way to add a little narrative to his imagistic revelations. Sometimes I need that, too.
cat in the foxgloves
thinks he's hidden, quiet, pink
ears like white flags fly
Don't we all think our disguises are a little bit better than they are? Our self-perpetuated myths? Our masks and pen names? When really, we can't help but walk around revealing ourselves. Showing our cards and our hearts. Waving our white flags....