Our bus is a cocoon; united only few of us diverges into time and space. We ride a comet’s tail, we are encased inside a satellite. Light outside are planets; they are nebulas. My pale reflection is haloed by a greenish light. Encased.
Both our destination and the cities where we came from has lost its importance. I turn my focus to the music in my headphones; and start to hum: “Can you hear me major Tom?”.
An elderly man on the other side of the corridor picks his nose, and I imagine that we are all on our way to the execution. The water on the window panes are tears, and I can visualize a hungry crowd screaming for our blood.
But then the driver calls: “Next stop: Des Moines”, and I feel how space collapses into here and now. Each of us have different roads to follow.
we were separated
under the milky way —
wormed by neon lights
Today it’s haibun Monday at dVerse and Gabriella is hosting with pictures of her own. My choice was the rain on the bus window, but there are other pictures to choose from too. The haibun should be reasonable in length with only one haiku. Come and visit us, the prompt opens at 3 PM EST, and yes the haiku is very inspired by Under the Milky Way by the Church.
February 1, 2016