Updated haibun published some years ago in the haiku journal, Virtual Image.
In this crowded city that somehow seems secure to those around him, he is a stranger. On this restless summer’s night he senses a magnet on his mind…
warm night blankets
the city that never sleeps
he cold awake
He lies there wondering if there is a sky above the city, recalling times when sky was blue, when the sun dropped out of sight to leave the moon the night, when stars were not just glittered cardboard, when he heard the rhythm of the universe in the rolling of the surf…
midnight beach
the pull of the moon
on naked feet
He can feel it now, from distant miles away, the ocean’s drag. It happens frequently, for the ocean brine is flowing in his veins. He feels it in the sting of a razor cut, tastes it in the wound, tastes it in the sweat of this sleepless night. He thinks he even smells it…
warm breath of summer
drifts in from the fragrant marsh
jolts his senses
He is a creature of the sea and he is going home, away from the monotony of horns and squeal of tires, cacophony of city life, far from the city grime, the gaudy neon, far from the riveting street noise...
jackhammers!
above the city the smog
cooking in the sun
Clearly he hears the gull’s cry summoning him, the salty taste of home on his lips, in his lungs, burning bridges behind him…
summer’s surf
rushing to greet him, ease
his troubled mind
Sleep slips in on the tide.
Love Always,
Chanti xoxooxoxox
Regis
Intelligently written.
Axilea
hugs, Carole~
Anna
Cheers,
Dan
I love how he claims his true voice.
A poem of ancient spiritual wisdom, no doubt!
The sonic elements are gorgeous.
Christine
Gene, i'm drawn in and treated and pleasured
in all my senses, and the writing is to die for.
Kudos!
John
Peace
Tony
rushing to greet him, ease
his troubled mind"
I know this feeling, and not only in the summer...keep talkin' to the gulls...e
mind...forever, peace and tranquility to be.
Lady Vivian