Haibun: Lungs

Spring is long gone in the summer of Coronavirus. As leaves and flowers came to bloom, so did the mask sprout on faces all around. And while seeds spread across the spaces, so did the people looking to social distance, only to come back together to mate out of view. With all the talk of individuality, there were many similarities.

Religious entertainer and philosopher, Alan Watts, once described this pulsing of us as one big organism—the leaving from the neighborhoods in the morning and then returning after work—as that of a heart pulsing. All of us, in rhythm, in sync, just like our own heart. But with COVID-19, I’m drawn to the slower forms of breathing, of the breath pulled in and pushed back out, breath under the control of the conscious.  

And here we are as breath. In sync, living out the days still in quarantine, “Phase X,” inhaling and exhaling to the pace of excitement or relaxation with the bigger organism.  

...All this, while we continue to look at one another for what we should do with the rules around us.

deep reds sing summer,
endless songs simmer: warm, free. 
spring’s just a shimmer

&Haiku: Endless Summer

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