I never saw the sky that evening when Mars was bright. It was overcast and my thoughts were traveling on insignificant spreadsheet trajectories while I twilight-pedaled on my way home from work. Yet somewhere in the back of my mind, the recent news of the final bombings in Syria kept reminding me of how murder is renamed to war. I reached the final stretch on my way home where the bicycle path meanders close to water, and darkness deeper. I focused all my attention on the small bright cone of light where the path seemed clear. Maybe for a warrior, his quest is just a flashlight in the dark. No wonder Mars is bright; ashamed behind its veil of clouds.
crossing my path —
a fieldmouse in its jaws
the charcoal cat
Today Frank hosts haibun Monday at dVerse, with the topic being Mars. I thought of Mars as a harbinger of war and merged it with my bicycling home from work.
March 2, 2020