Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Haibun - Beach


Held captive by the heat of the sun, we lie sprawled
on an island of electric green towels. Overcoming
my laziness, I reach into the cooler. The ice has not
melted completely and the cherries are sweet and tangy,
bursting with juice. We spit the pits in Gabriel's sand
bucket and he carries it to the shoreline with a three-
year-old's natural joy and tosses them into the sea.
High above, gulls screech against the low rumble
of waves as I feel myself drift into delicious dreams.

a cherry tree
from the ocean's depths --

blossoms swept by tides