Haiku 1619

Ideas rarely come to me fully formed. Even as I’m telling the patient what I'm thinking and recommending, the thoughts are still being born. Yesterday we drove through the Georgia countryside while listening to 1619 and arrived in my sister's friendly and kind neighborhood with 15 kids playing together on the street from different houses at 9:30 PM. Everyone we saw in this community on our evening 2 mile walk is black. It felt like home.

I woke up early this morning with a haiku fully formed in my head.

What is a human
Work, love, art, build. Robots can
How can we enslave?