Haiku by Robert Yegge, written around age 19, three years before his radiant life was cut short by a negligent driver at the corner of Oak and Franklin. He had just graduated college the week before:
Sitting, watching, here
Imminent death realized
Instantly time slips
Have nothing new to
experience, all these things
simultaneous
Despite the nihilistic tones of this particular meditation, Robert was one of the liveliest people I’ve ever known. His spirit was pure momentum wrapped in grace. On his shimmering lime-green bike, Robert took it to the pavement with the joyfullest kind of bicycling any of us could hope to represent in Our City. He was conscientious, present, and cool-headed in ALL things.At the intersection where he was effectively killed, he had the green light, followed traffic laws, and still (helmet and all) ended up on life support and an organ donor a few days later. His memorial was a strong testament to the necessity of better awareness of bicycles on our streets. That was the secondary bit. Primarily, it is ALL ROBERT. I’ll miss you always, friend and inspiration. So will so very many others.And, in his honor, my own small haiku:An exercise is
A joy, he would say, cheeky
As he blessed us all.-HD

Haiku by Robert Yegge, written around age 19, three years before his radiant life was cut short by a negligent driver at the corner of Oak and Franklin. He had just graduated college the week before:


Sitting, watching, here
Imminent death realized
Instantly time slips


Have nothing new to
experience, all these things
simultaneous


Despite the nihilistic tones of this particular meditation, Robert was one of the liveliest people I’ve ever known. His spirit was pure momentum wrapped in grace. On his shimmering lime-green bike, Robert took it to the pavement with the joyfullest kind of bicycling any of us could hope to represent in Our City. He was conscientious, present, and cool-headed in ALL things.


At the intersection where he was effectively killed, he had the green light, followed traffic laws, and still (helmet and all) ended up on life support and an organ donor a few days later. His memorial was a strong testament to the necessity of better awareness of bicycles on our streets. That was the secondary bit. Primarily, it is ALL ROBERT. I’ll miss you always, friend and inspiration. So will so very many others.



And, in his honor, my own small haiku:


An exercise is
A joy, he would say, cheeky
As he blessed us all.


-HD