Haibun: The Yellow Flowers of the Palo Verde
With a hydration pack and the pressures of work piled on her back, she stops by the tree and starts to breathe.
….‘Now breathe out.’
birch scuffs, lime green bark
short: spread out like work’s gossip
palo verde in heat
She takes in a yellow flower that blossomed on this short green tree. “But there’s been so little rain,” she addresses the flower with bemusement. She is now her own observer, no longer the worrier who clutches the memories in the graveyard of the past. Her sight blows with the breeze to the leaves’ swaying. She is now the dance of this rugged and beautiful tree.
as if rubber dipped
leaves swell safely in the sun
all built to survive
She witnesses her own thought that she is the many versions of green that is this tree. She lets this and another thought blow southward. All she is doing is holding herself with fingers relaxed and flat, not fingers gripped for control of what has evaporated into time. She is now breath in and breath out. She is now her steps that continues her climb.
….‘Now breathe out.’
birch scuffs, lime green bark
short: spread out like work’s gossip
palo verde in heat
She takes in a yellow flower that blossomed on this short green tree. “But there’s been so little rain,” she addresses the flower with bemusement. She is now her own observer, no longer the worrier who clutches the memories in the graveyard of the past. Her sight blows with the breeze to the leaves’ swaying. She is now the dance of this rugged and beautiful tree.
as if rubber dipped
leaves swell safely in the sun
all built to survive
She witnesses her own thought that she is the many versions of green that is this tree. She lets this and another thought blow southward. All she is doing is holding herself with fingers relaxed and flat, not fingers gripped for control of what has evaporated into time. She is now breath in and breath out. She is now her steps that continues her climb.
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