Tom ClausenTom Clausen

Born 1952 in Ithaca, New York, USA
Residing in Ithaca, New York, USA ( living in same home I grew up in)
Tom Clausen is a life long Ithacan who enjoys walk abouts, bicycling and reading and writing haiku, senryu and tanka. Tom is part of the Rt. 9 Haiku Group and maintains a daily haiku feature at Cornell University's Mann Library.
URL: https://tomclausen.com/


 

in her sleep
she steals back
her hand

 

on the wall
Jesus on the cross
above her side of the bed

 

dinner over
he addresses
some crumbs

 

wanting my old life
  when I wanted
  my present life

 

lunch alone
without a book
I read my mind

 

sneaking M & M's...
the crunching
in my ears

 

police car-
my thoughts of what I've done
wrong

 

morning zazen:
marriage counseling
ourselves

 

the universe
of my thoughts
contracting

 

before bed
my son's music louder
than mine

 

most of his studying
looking
out the window

 

long grocery line
the modest excitement
of my thoughts

 

jogging
just past the church
I clean my glasses

 

always takes his time
the custodian watches
      the floor dry

 

reading into it
as much as I can
                   my life

 

having brushed off
several small ants
an extra large one...

 

our child
who will not go to sleep
sheep on her pajamas

 

spring in the air
so many false starts
in my heart

 

on hold...
branches in the window
wave wildly

 

sweet corn on the cob
thinking of my old
typewriter

 

just oatmeal
the waitress says
      "enjoy"

 

my wife asks
if she should feel sorry for me...
"I've got it covered"

 

relatives set to visit
so many cobwebs
to remove

 

a dime on the walk
a stranger
beats me to it

 

she turns down
my favorite music...
plays recorder for me

 

looking busy
as my wife
pulls in

 

behind the wheel-
yet another of his
  personalities

 

my wife admits
she is not perfect,
but is glad I am

 

now that I'm over
my bad mood,
she's in one

 

to the goldfish
 she speaks
   more softly

 

myself
monopolizes
me

 

only
one child
                             wants to
                             see saw

 

asleep
in my lap           the new kitten
                           I didn't want

 

after the party
  undressing
     myself

 

meeting her boyfriend
   our handshake
     out of synch

 

out of the wind
  how long he combs
         so little hair

 

rushing
          to the zendo
                           to sit still

 

bar person
            sitting through Happy Hour
            without a word

 

our director espouses
more expansive ideals
          I stretch

 

before sleep
laughing to myself
at myself

 

in the middle
    of my life
        an ulcer

 

in the shower...
an economy size bar of soap
lands on my toe

 

down the trail
as horse fly follows
my bald spot

 

arriving at work, soaked
   just as the rain
      lets up

 

to help out
at work...
I complain too

 

just done
the repairman tells me
any fool can do it

 

first Christmas card
of the year:
L.L. Bean

 

just as we're
introduced
he yawns

 

another year
stripping down for her
         sweet corn

 

the plumber
kneeling in out tub
- talking to himself

 

side by side
his and her
computers

 

defensive drivers
each waving
the other through

 

another day closer
to the grave-
my one finger typing

 

for no good reason
      she excites
         me

 

on the bench
a young couple carries on
as if I'm not there