open letter to basho

hey. just asking for everyone i guess but what is a haiku. you seemed to know but i was three hundred years late to your party in the north country. i hate the whole time travel ban you know. i want to ask you if so and so and that other person really know what you thought. they think they do but they argue all the time so i dunno. my buddha and the singing bowl on my alter just sit there waiting for me. it is so lonely i think i will write a haiku.

thinking      this
then      that
morning zazen