the moment....................

An old silent pond.
Into the pond a frog jumps.
Splash.  Silence again.

     The whole genius of haiku is that they don't mean anything.  People who try to figure out what a haiku means are beating up the wrong path.  The frog doesn't stand for anything.  The pond has no symbolic value or anything like that.  All of these things that other literature might be attempting are not attempted by the haiku at all.  The haiku settles for doing, as I read it anyway, one very simple but very crucial thing - it tries to put a frame around the moment.  It simply frames the moment.  Of course, as soon as you put a frame around anything, you set it off, you make it visible, you make it real. Haiku enables us to see, to experience, this moment that is framed ...

-Frederick Buechner,  The Remarkable Ordinary:  How to Stop, Look, And Listen To Life