The haiku topic at one deep breath this week is ritual and ceremony. for some reason I was thinking of the days when getting your photograph taken was a real ritual. This is one of my collection of old family photos, it is my Greatuncle Dave in his soldier's uniform (World War 1). Fortunately he was one of those who came back, although he lost an eye.
official photo before he ships out might be the last
She tried hard to be like the others/she struggled to catch a ball/she never quite managed a cartwheel/after much practice she stood on her head./When she grew up she turned to science/she thought she would turn the world upside down/after a while she realised that the world had stayed in its proper place all along/and she was still standing on her head.