haibun in the time of plague ~
fall light fills the dinghy
water burnished gold shimmers
lightfall a road home
across the water, autumn sun lays a path I can follow somewhere else, somewhere outside this time of plague & hate & death & grief. at the golden bridge that spans earth & stars & water, light cleanses me. returns me as if reborn, a clear point of light in a sea of sky ~
It didn’t occur to me to try a haibun here. The literal taken to a realm beyond. Thank you.
Loved this
Very lovely written.