A class assignment at Columbia Basin College introduced me to haiku. I struggled with the seventeen syllables. But I liked haiku because I could carry the three lines in my head as I chased kids, or cooked and cleaned. Now, I write on paper scraps, my palm, anywhere, usually by the river or at a long red light. Writing haiku is like prayer, building inner peace. Lorraine Ellis Harr offered me good criticism and advice when I began submitting manuscripts. Publications range from Dragonfly, Modern Haiku, A Haiku Path, and River Writing, to Tanka Splendor and The Japan Tanka Poets' Society, to The Tri-City Herald and The Oregonian. I offer two tanka here along with three haiku.