Haibun: Waves

 “History doesn’t repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.” -Mark Twain

I’ve been told that as people we long to know and be known. I agree. It seems that we each seek intimacy in every relationship and let go of the ones where we aren’t seen. 

But like the lapping waves on Saguaro Lake, person after person comes into our lives. Without much notice, one wave/person can look like the next. Some bigger, some smaller, but a stream of people.

But soon, when we look long enough, when we look to notice, there we see the difference instead of the same. There the rhyming becomes the beat we focus on and not the monotony. There is where we find the intimacy we’ve craved way back into history. 

Each wave arriving as its own, unique and beautiful wave.

each wave like the first,

some better some worse. ...but rhymes

fall before snow bursts