on a day that seemed to stay still for a moment (haibun)

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Out on the verandah with coffee and a blank page, I am settled deep into the lull of a mid-morning haze.  Seeds rattle.  A warm drizzle, no wind, no sky, no sun.

grey puddle
ticking steadily
a wing-torn moth

Suddenly, the air is a shadow dance of squawk-n-splash.  Fishing for goldfish in a cloud, a sassy kookaburra gets all wet and huffy.
there is a moment of composure, a fluffing of feathers and just as we take a deep breath the pump blows, nearly drowning the fish.

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(c) Gina

a helping hand (haibun)

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Laptop on my knees, I sit, red-socked feet against the heater, slurping from a mug with no handle, held between the palms of both hands. In an impossibly blue sky, the sun sits low, slanting light through slit blinds across the wall, striping the apples in the bowl.

reading –
in the absence of birds
windchimes

The cat pokes his head around the door, sniffs the air, then melts through the gap of shadow-door space. Padding across the floorboards he is momentarily diverted by a scent only he can discern. Satisfied, he licks his right paw, wipes his face and walks under my chair. …. I am distracted, lying on a blanket in a poppy field a world away, your face smiling at me, blocking out the sun…. The cat moves to my right, strains his neck to see past my knee, a tail twitch, and he jumps, sees the computer, does a hesitant, mid-air, half-turn flip, missing the mark.

Grappling air on the way down, a gloved paw slaps my laptop.

Surpising us both
‘Mozilla Help’ pops up.

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SIMPLY HAIKU - December 2006