Meandering
Haibun The bike path moves. No, we do, walking it. Far enough from Lake Champlain, we still see the rippling wake catch the afternoon sun, whether moving or sitting. We keep our own pace...
Tagged: outdoors
A Glacial Stroll
Haibun Lake Hessian has frozen over. Two men pull a sled that holds a generator halfway across it. A couple of families walk and slide near shore. “Come on, Dad!” Frankie has already stepped...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Eight
Haibun Eighth Day: August 25, 2013 Montreal. We cross the same suspension bridge Mira and I alone crossed 14 years ago. Signs for downtown lead us to the bustling streets of the city’s modern...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Seven
Haibun Seventh Day: August 24, 2013 Mira and I wake up exhausted from lack of sleep. She, from multiple awakenings, and I, from an insomnia fueled by obsessions. We postpone our day trip to...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Six
Haibun Sixth day: August 23, 2013 We park next to a church-turned-community center near an inn on Rte. 100 — Stowe’s Main Street. It’s our second trip, and on the way to Mack Market...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Five
Haibun Fifth Day: August 22, 2013 Clouds fill the sky above Mansfield and Sterling. Sporadic rain falls. Mira and I enjoy an afternoon in. The sun soon breaks through. We eat her homemade salad...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Four
Haibun Poetry Fourth Day: August 21, 2013 Nearly the entire Meadowlark trail lies bathed in sunlight. Mira walks on its shoulder wherever she can find shade. I feel short of breath long before the...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Three
Haibun Poetry Third Day: August 20, 2013 A note on our windshield reads “Please don’t park in front of our home (duh!) Thank you.” Mira’s face flushes red. She soon snaps aloud about the...
We Already Went There
Spoken Word The emperor’s new clothes Slides from fingertips past lives Freely returned to their Place in the stars No need for stress We are what Flowers are for bees Breeze to mountains ¿Y...
Dream Boats
Poem Woke up from a dream I am far away A trail of thoughts Disconnected and small A moment fleeting A moment here and gone Standing now Picking up the pieces Trying to remember...
Early Riser
Haibun A fawn takes two steps, lowers her head, then nibbles snow-covered grass. Lifting her head, she walks a few steps on, and then lowers for another bite. cirrus clouds morning twilight breakfast...
Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Part IV
Haibun August 23rd We ascend Stowe Pinnacle, eat lunch, snap photos and gaze at the valley below. I mind my steps descending the trail. It leveled off; I let my focus wonder just a...
