Girls didn’t leave home until the wedding in those days. Still, she was bound for the city, watching the darkness gather outside the window, her body relaxing as the train sped along, the droning of the wheels lulling her, she grasps the last bit of light ringing the horizon and plucks a single image from the invisible flow of memories streaming across her awareness.
nightfall
the way a mother’s voice
might soften
Contemporary Haibun Online
April 1, 2022
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 