Haibun: Crap

My 17 month old nephew feels comfortable with me. Very comfortable, to the point where he’ll leave his mother’s arms to go off with me. The other way I know he’s comfortable is the stare down he gave me. He was looking at me and his eyes started to bulge. His legs bent and his nostrils flared in a way they kind of pointed up. I laughed when I realized he was pooping in his diaper. As he gets older, he hopefully will feel more comfortable by himself.

Wandering off — sometimes on a trail, sometimes down a sidewalk — I find my privacy to think. There’s something about the trail where I feel welcomed, like my nephew, to get rid of the waste building up in my brain. 

Nature was designed to handle our crap and to love us as we unload.

the Merced held girthed,

El Capitan’s birthed it and

all like fall unearthed