The news this morning was of flash flooding in the Aude—13 people dead and another still missing. I don’t know what the exact reason is, whether building on a flood plain is to blame, the weather, climate change, deforestation, but we’ll probably find that man mucking around with nature is behind the tragedy. This haibun is for Ronovan’s haiku challenge. A bit of despond and a bit of orptimism.
After a sleepless night of anguish over things I cannot change, images of sadness that bring tears of anger and compassion, I walk in the still damp air, beneath trees dripping drops and acorns, and find pheasants again by the stream, on the edge of the trees. They must have fled here to the safe side, the buffer zone. Hunters have never been welcome here and they stay on the other side. I cannot keep the whole world at bay and a broken fence will keep no one out intent on harm, but it’s here, the buffer zone, for pheasant and deer, badger and hare if they will only stay. Perhaps they know.
sky water falling
meets earth water rising
nature rolls roars in fury
life threads snap dull clouds weep