My haiku started out as a simple piece of satire—a comment about people's tendency to make things more complicated than need be and slowing me down in the process.

In some ways I share their guilt. I strive for simplicity, but seldom achieve it. That's also the irony of the poem. The haiku form seems simple, but the act of achieving meaning can be complicated. Thus, my addiction to the craft of writing becomes the steamed drink that keeps me from the black coffee of simplicity.