Thank you for your thoughtful and encouraging comments, Alan. I hadn't consciously realized the animal connection between "cow" and "wild", so I appreciate your finding that nuance. I love it when readers find unexpected connections in a haiku!
I love the ambiguity of "still wild" – having suffered the imagined humiliation of a cowlick as a boy, and being "wild with embarrassment" as my mother would attempt to wet it down for photographs, and later being "wild with fury" at that untamed body part when I was trying to groom myself to impress members of the fair sex. Now I enjoy the nostalgia and can appreciate the loss of wildness in the world and in my self. I am going to enjoy my daily struggle at the mirror from now on!
Hi Strider, Thanks for your comments, it's interesting to hear all your associations with "cowlick" and "wild" — more layers of meaning that I had not realized are contained in the poem! And good luck with the cowlick-taming…
Annette – GREAT haiku.
Strider, this is my memory as well which elevates this haiku to a level of luminosity. My mother used to fight my cowlick, insisting that I do battle with this wild part of me. The problem was, I was much wilder than my hair. When I went to college, I lost the brush and comb, just let my hair grow and grow and found my long wild hair attracted equally wild women. Alas, much of the wildness is still gone. But not all of it . . .