for many years
I have wandered
this earth . . .
a maple stands
where the journey began
Home. Inside my mind, there remains a place, a face, a helping hand. This place is a haven for my roaming feet. It’s the size of a thought where the door swings wide. It’s a refuge in the face of a rising sea.
Scarlet leaves brush the autumn sky. That’s where I left her, my anchor, my friend, her eyes filled with tears as I let go her hand.
I’m a robin on the wind, just passing by. But there’s always this place to ease my mind. Her arms are around me as I tread the path. Nothing lasts forever but I’ll be home inside as long as the wind in my feathers teases me to fly.
a heron
in the marsh grass . . .
an old man
watches the drift
of evening clouds
Haibun Today 13 | 4 December 2019
