The poet eases into his favorite chair, fingers waiting eagerly for a puff of imagination to settle onto the keys. One-by-one, each digit moves and slowly a dance ensues.
He searches for his partner. The muse alights in his mind. They step out onto the page and begin to twirl.
one
the storybook begins
with “once upon a time”
from there we’re left to find a way
to weave our dreams
between the lines
two
many yesterdays ago
there lived a pair on a hill
he walked each day to the spring
to fetch her a cup
of water
three
milady, your hands
fit into mine
as stars fit into the sky . . .
if this is all a dream
then please try not to wake me
one . . .
Haibun Today 13 | 1, March 2019
