have noticed it, perhaps, or if we had noticed it, chances are we would’ve dismissed it by naming it. Just a frog jumping into a pond. We do that all of the time, I think. We name it out of existence. Or we think about it. Maybe we’d think about it sickly, like that phrase in Hamlet: “Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought.” We’d have thought it out of its reality. But what the haiku does is simply to say, no, no, no, don’t do any of those things, don’t think about it. Don’t name it, just