Haibun #5
I measure my commute in time, not miles. 45 minutes is just enough. An hour allows me to transition into who I'm supposed to be. I can leave my car with voice modulated, face composed, and smile ready to conceal what is within. The energy changes with the landscape as homes give way to fields, which merge with shopping malls and restaurants.
The wheels keep turning.
The wheels keep turning.
Inside, energy is spent
on just becoming.
Labels: haibun
posted by Cynthia at
11:09 PM
2 Comments:
I like the relationship of the haiku to the prose section. I understand exactly what you mean. I just did a haibun workshop at the college today for some students going to the Navajo Reservation during Spring Break. It was fun. I feel like you and I are barely keeping up with each other. We should send each other a letter.
Makes me wish I lived farther away from the restaurant... ;)
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