She lies in the grass at summer’s edge, where the creek winds its way among the mayapples. Heavy roots coil along the bank and the water chatters in eddies among them. Minnows dart – splash – from shadow to shadow.
Resting, the woman is mindful – intrigued by the rhythm beneath the chatter. It is everywhere, this rhythm – in the play of grass against wind – wind across water – water in and under the sky. The same pulse trembles within her body – and it coaxes her into an aching awareness.
In that moment of awareness she hears his approach.
He follows the creek path and sees the water without seeing the patterns – because he is deep in thought. He has the bearing of a monk – a mystic – so unreachable – but the awareness within her wants to know him.
Slowly – she stretches and lets her hair down – hoping he will sense the same patterns in the sunlight that gleam in its waves.
a glimmer of mermaids
… he sees …
Linked to Carpe Diem #726: On the Mountain Path. Here is our inspiration for today:
on a mountain path
somehow so moving
(Tr. Jane Reichhold)
Our host says: “Again in this haiku we can see Basho’s connection with nature. He has eye for everything around him even the tiniest flowers … Maybe that’s what Basho tries to [teach] us … “have eye for all and everything, be one with nature”.
Here is our host’s haiku in response:
in the garden
between colorful leaves
a late rose
I was struck by the idea of having an eye for all and everything.
And – the blog has been woefully Nick-Cave-less for a while. Thanks for indulging me.