I'm not sure that this qualifies as a diary, but I'm posting it anyway because I think it's good and maybe it will inspire more nuclear poetry. It looks like we're stuck with this now, and for the foreseeable future, so why not write about it, even if it's only three lines.
It rained in New York today. I had a short day at my workplace. I drove in early so that I could get done and get home in the morning. As I watched the rain hitting my windshield I couldn't help but think of Fukushima.
I've never written a Haiku before, but on my way home a few hours later it was still raining, and this came to me:
With each raindrop I
Wonder if it is the one
With the Cesium.
Someone, please, talk me down...