For my sixth iteration of the same poem, I’m switching from a sonnet to haiku. My intent is to keep the theme of the poem the same, just switching the form. Due to length, this version is a double haiku of six total lines, with each set of three lines totaling 17 or fewer syllables.

This Morning

The early sun, bright

Steam-covered mirror of hate

Razor, brush, toothpaste.

Wisdom comes too late.

No way to sit in peace

No path. To the east.