Okay, I'm nowhere as good as Chiyo-ni, or Basho, and I'm certainly not good enough with written Japanese to do true justice to Haiku, but in the spirit of my two Haiku-masters (the lady and man named above) here's my first shot in a couple of years:

Fog.  The moon, adrift:
Sand cutting between his toes.
Night's victim, running.

This whole haiku thing is something that I can't ignore, so I'm sure that there will be other attempts a bit later on.