haikus from the trip

Romanticized thoughts,
aglow with optimism.
Extinguished with age.

What to eat tonight.
I’m getting a bit hungry.
Soon, I’ll drink a beer.

Out of the milieu,
ethereal mist inhaled,
molecules divide.

Inward bound currents,
Invisible barrier,
Give up and subside.

Water laps a pace.
Its rhythm perplexes me.
I stop listening.