Haibun for an enfolding


It is a strange sensation, a first time experience, looking forward to this short trip tomorrow. They have not all left the nest, my offspring, and only one has started her own nest-building. We are in a limbo of sorts, separated by distance, not so great for most people, but a world away in terms of lifestyle. I know the city, can (almost) still hear its din and gag on its smell. Here is quiet except for birds squabbling after seeds and the pheasant chortling. I see lush green after the frostmelt and tree branches silver-grey in the sun.

It is a strange sensation, to be flying (metaphorically) back into town, to see children not quite left, still looking forward to seeing their mother, to treat her as I used to treat them, with care, and gentleness, as if she is fragile and might break.

Frost melts in the sun

life goes on as usual

for seed-seekers.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

18 thoughts on “Haibun for an enfolding”

    1. Thank you! Haven’t been yetโ€”it’s tomorrow ๐Ÿ™‚ The youngest is going in to visit the others and stay over a few days and I said I’d go in with her, to pick up a few exotic things like a shower mat and a new pair of baskets (sneakers?) that I can’t buy around here. And of course to see the team ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. Oh–I misunderstood and thought you’d gone already. It sounds like it will be fun to see everyone and buy a few things. I’ve never heard baskets as a synonym for sneakers. I assume you mean shoes? ๐Ÿ™‚

      2. I mean runners, sports shoe type things. I had thought I’d just go in, run round the shops I need meet up with the kids, have a quick bite to eat and come home. Sounds as though they’re going to meet me at the station and come round town with me as well. I doubt I’ll end up getting anything I need ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. A friend and I were talking just the other day how the children-mother roles were turning around. This captures the melancholy of it beautifully. (K)

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