Yesterday I came across this haiku by the Japanese poet Shiki. Although written over a century ago it resonates today.
What a wonderful
day! No one in the village
From the Wikipedia entry for Masaoka Shiki:
Shiki suffered from tuberculosis much of his life. In 1888 or 1889 he began coughing up blood and soon adopted the pen-name “Shiki” from the Japanese hototogisu—the Japanese name for lesser cuckoos. The Japanese word hototogisu can be written with various combinations of Chinese characters, including 子規, which can alternatively be read as either “hototogisu” or “shiki”. It is a Japanese conceit that this bird coughs blood as it sings, which explains why the name “Shiki” was adopted.
Nice bit of gallows humor!