Whilst working on yesterday's haiga, I repeatedly questioned its originality: moon gets chopped up by water - I plunge into it. Not hugely original but I figured I'd rather have at least attempted a unique moon haiku, than avoid the subject.
I settled on words that hopefully evoke images of cool water rushing past ears, a warm night, a quiet, solitary experience; and perhaps even suggest the idea of pulling the celestial down into a very sensory experience.
With these thoughts in mind, I went to bed and composed the following in my sleep:
on a summer day
I was more than a little amused that even my subconscious is now trying its hand at penning a unique moon haiku.