The Altar of Receipts

(& the Cathedral of Coffee)

Tax season has entered the chat, carrying a calculator and a dramatic cape. Welcome to the Altar of Receipts.

Before you wrestle the W2s, 1099s, or tame the shoebox of “very important papers,” take a sixty-second breather. 

This Month, we’re honoring the annual ritual of receipts and resolve with a trio of haiku poems. One calm. One chaotic. One quietly victorious.

Because even taxes deserve a little poetry.

Haiku is the Japanese form of short mind-benders. You have three lines of text with a 5-syllable, 7-syllable, and 5-syllable meter. 

A complete thought comes through with these three short lines. 

Give yourself some elbow room when you write a Haiku. 

The Calm Accountant

Numbers stacked in rows

Old folders wait beside me

Refund dreams whisper

The Frazzled Filer

Shoebox spills its guts
Ink smudges my last good nerve
Deadlines drum louder

The Zen Tax Warrior

Breathe in, sort, exhale
Columns balance, mind follows
Completed is peace

Now, once you have them all in order, send them out 

and take a load off. Breathe…