Surfboard to the Face (A Haiku)
The bridge stands defiant,
witness to the bloodless coup
that left bone intact.
Translation: My board hit me in the nose. I saw stars. Luckily, nothing was broken. No blood, no searing pain. Just a little bit of shock and awe. Yes, it turned out to be an excellent session too!
Note: Several sites I looked at suggested that the well-known rule of three lines of 5-7-5 syllables and a seasonal reference is not the only acceptable form of Haiku.