At my first haiku conference, I missed the chance to meet William Higginson. I was a newcomer to haiku and everybody at the conference were poets whose poems I’ve read in haiku anthologies. I felt I had no right to bother this celebrity of the haiku world. So I stayed away, occasionally glancing in his direction. “Wow! William Higginson!” I thought.
When he passed away a few years later, I was sad I never had the courage to speak to him at the conference.
Next time you have a chance to meet your haiku idol, at least shake their hands, even if you have nothing to say.
The spring day:
A small boat going round
A great vessel.
Shiki (Haiku, volume 2 Spring, by R.H. Blyth, p. 380)