Stumbling Along the Way

by Frank J. Tassone · 15 June 2017

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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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Frank J. Tassone

Frank J. Tassone lives in New York City's "back yard" with his wife and son. He fell in love with writing after he wrote his first short story at age 12 and his first poem in high school. He began writing haiku and haibun seriously in the 2000s. His haikai poetry has appeared in Failed Haiku, Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online, Contemporary Haibun, The Haiku Foundation and Haiku Society of America member anthologies. He is a contributing poet for the online literary journal Image Curve, and a performance poet with Rockland Poets. When he's not writing, Frank works as a special education high school teacher in the Bronx. When he's not working or writing, he enjoys time with his family, meditation, hiking, practicing tai chi and geeking out to Star Wars, Marvel Cinema and any other Sci-Fi/Fantasy film and TV worth seeing.