Haibun by Mary Sherman


Sitting comfy in a warm bath while 2000 miles west, the lands are on fire.
Outside, strong winds bring scent of smoke and skies of gray. There is collective experience happening. We are interdependent. Later still, eyes scratchy, throat parched and dry. The hummingbirds have drank nearly half the water in their bottle. Are they thirsty from the smoke filled air as well? I go through my own checklist in case of an emergency evacuation. Where’s the cat carrier? Should I buy a smaller one? Can I grab everything quickly for Cooper (food, bowls, leash)? What do I take with? Make a list. Only the essentials. What is of most importance. Has value. I am part of the trauma whether “living in it” or thousands of miles away. 

Feeling the density of fear.
Who has time to mourn?

Throat scratches from smoke
Fire releases emotions
Hummingbirds new thirsty too

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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