Monday, September 13, 2004

Haibun - Returning


My father was a fisherman. Before dawn,
he surfcast off the coast of Montauk from
a favourite boulder he liked to stand on.
Ten years after his death, I return during
a storm and come upon the boulder awash
in waves. For some reason, I expected it
to have gone with him.

dusk in winter --
a roiling sea
churns the sand