The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Seven

haibun poems about family


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 Montreal.

We soon stride down the paved Stowe path. A brief visit through downtown with him — including the missed steeple — and he forgives us coming here without him.

Then it’s on to the Waterbury Reservoir, a 15-minute drive south of town. We eat a picnic lunch in the shade, sitting on a railroad tie around the bend from the waterfront. A walking tour leader asks if we’re joining. Mira — in a rare display of inattention — answers “Yes.”

We return to the waterfront after lunch. I rent us a fiberglass canoe. Mira kneels in the middle, our Cleopatra, out for a reservoir ride. Frankie paddles on and off. Gentle currents guide us past an island and several landings — natural and artificial. We pass a large outcropping from which several young people jump. Somehow, none of them injure themselves in the shallow water.

Too soon, we head back.

rippling wake —
the finality of that
thump on the beach

“Would your son like to play?”

The woman smiles. Her daughter holds a pink floaty and offers a blue one.

“She’s an only child.”

Frankie accepts. He and the girl — Laura — swim and play in the res. Then they find me.

And find a way to blow water through their floaties at me.

random kindness
mouthfuls of mountain water
across my face

Downtown Waterbury Center has a rustic charm. Prohibition Pig, the Reservoir and another Restaurant Grill occupy one side of its principal street.

We eat at the Reservoir. Dark-wood interior, neon signs, small windows — it has a typical pub/tavern décor. I have a tasty Fish-and-Chips dish that I wash down with a Vermont pale ale that perfectly complements dinner.

a bitter sip
first bite of beer-fried cod
and steak fries

read from the beginning: Pre-Smuggs Insomnia, the Prequel


photograph by Steve Richardson

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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.

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