If it’s a classic by Bashō or Buson, you
nod your head a few times, slowly,
and say mmmmmmmmmm, just under your breath.
Bonus points if your eyes are closed.
My family does this to mock me
when I share one of my poems—
lovingly, I’m sure.
If it’s a haiku by Issa,
then you might chuckle,
unless it’s the poem about the roof of hell,
then the requisite nodding is in order,
with a dash of chin rubbing for good measure.