Haibun: Forever Tense
As my youngest sister marries a good guy, the vows made and witnessed are captured in forever tense.
In the desert, where trees grow the low heights of no rain, the pines of the Tonto Forest seem to go on forever.
In a world of images and gossip, a world of virtual reality, a world where conversations keep disappearing midstream as she’s off for yet another man to affirm her, a world of work egos and supervisor preferences; it’s in this world where when we see something that is stronger and bigger than you or me by ourself—something with substance that captures our hearts—that we can each confidently talk in the forever tense.
Payson mountaintop
where pin trees don’t stop. reaching
fall in the Tonto
In the desert, where trees grow the low heights of no rain, the pines of the Tonto Forest seem to go on forever.
In a world of images and gossip, a world of virtual reality, a world where conversations keep disappearing midstream as she’s off for yet another man to affirm her, a world of work egos and supervisor preferences; it’s in this world where when we see something that is stronger and bigger than you or me by ourself—something with substance that captures our hearts—that we can each confidently talk in the forever tense.
Payson mountaintop
where pin trees don’t stop. reaching
fall in the Tonto
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| & Haiku: Payson Pines |
