Stumbling Along the Way

haibun, rain drop

Haibun

“All I care about is the way. I find it in my craft, that’s all.”

—Ting the Cook
Chuang Tzu, Chapter 3

A quick rush of rainfall. Wind chime songs. Drops cling to a bare branch near the utility lines. A few moments sooner, and those drops cling to me.

trembling leaves
thump of the closing door
before the clock chimes

Bloated. Tired. Wrestling with the inevitable return to work — where I can find the way in my craft. If I have the mind to.

sudden gust
the ignored backpack
beckons

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photograph by Shyamanta Baruah

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

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