Whatever It Is

      by Ron Padgett

Much poetry is depressing
because it is about things
that have happened
and then been brought
into the poem to die,


the real poem lives in its own
little house that moves along
the landscape that moves
along the mind of the reader,
and no one has ever seen it.

From Collected Poems, Minneapolis, Minnesota, Coffee House Press, 2013, page 719. One hopes that a good haiku presents an image or experience to bring it to life, as if no one has ever seen it, releasing the moment rather than capturing it.