A haibun in response to Jilly’s Jim Harrison quote:
“I’m not sure what it is, life’s puzzle.”
By a strange coincidence, I see that this poem is perfect for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday prompt too. So it’s getting a second outing.
Photo ©Dr Raju Kasambe
Life, like a river flows, whether we would or no, and pours into the leveling sea, like the tide, creeping to the highest mark, then ebbing until the slate is clear, for someone else to write the chapter’s end. I would not leave behind the common detritus, the jumble of broken thoughts and shiny hollow things, that even the turnstone shuns as not worthy of attention. The trick lies in the subtle shifts of light and shade, the glorious colours that form the silvering of a rock pool mirror, to make the stranger walking at the shoreline stop and marvel that such beauty could be.
Foam laces the shore,
ephemeral beauty fades,
leaves behind the sky.