Haibun: Curious

My nephew looks with the most earnest brow as he tries to climb everything. Thirteen months old, pacifier in his mouth, he climbs benches or ladders, or anything else that could be climbed.

He needs to explore, his curiosity leaves no other option.

Yet here I am, longing to be in the cooler high pines, in a hammock after long exploration into the wilderness. But I need to work, I need to maintain what I own. I don’t climb things because I’m too tired when I’m done with what I’ve committed to do.

We never outgrow our curiosity, we are just told it is no good because we can’t buy it from the store.

the warm kiss of dusk

observing’s a must for all

in summer’s dry dust