Sitting feeding pigeons he looked at his wrinkled hands recalling all the lost moments of his life. Of time wasted for the wrong reasons at the wrong time. Now alone in penance to neglected relationships he paid tribute in breadcrumbs to his missed opportunities. When his wife left him, he immersed himself in his failing career instead of making sure to keep contact with his son. And when trying to repair that relationship he neglected his job until he was given the pink slip.
stories in the breadcrumbs
Getting comfort from the content of bottles he lost everything and had to sleep on the streets for a while. One day he met his grown-up son, recently divorced and finally he had a goal in his life to save his son from walking in his footsteps. He emptied the remaining breadcrumbs and stated to the doves. “I will be back tomorrow, and I will bring my grandson.”
no more opportunities
– an old man
The pigeons knew that in their cooing you could find the wisdom of nature if you listened carefully.
wisdom of your nature
Hey, this is my 600th post and writing a haibun on the subject of “lost moments” was something I couldn’t resist. Go to Ligo Haibun to read more offerings.