Some claim the sea is blue, but other say it’s green. I often see the sea as grey, when clouds obscure horizon and every sound crawls closer. On such days I feel the water pulling me, and I dream of bringing out my kayak. The sense of merging with the vapor, of being one with sea and sky, is something from a dream of mine. Often dreams transform to nightmares and I hear a foghorn calling as the shadow of ship approaches. Then I wake and hear how rain is knocking on my window, and I realize that I will wear my rain-clothes while bicycling to work.
after the rain —
the water surface mirrors
swirls of sea smoke
Tomorrow I host haibun Monday at dVerse. The theme is water, write anything related to water (or absence of water) Keep the prose below 150 words and let the haiku be seasonal and about nature. The pub opens at 9 PM CET.
October 15, 2017