It’s a quarter to one in the morning. Cricket songs, and the ever-present drone of Thruway traffic, pass through our open bedroom windows. We’ll be on our way to Smuggler’s Notch in a few more hours.
I should be asleep. My fingers caressed and massaged Mira’s back earlier in the evening. The intimacy that followed…I should have slept through the night afterward.
But I haven’t.
“What if?” arises again, and again. Knotted energy surrounds thoughts of work. My old failures become new ones, again and again.
Only I’m not at work. I’m in my bed at home. Listening to crickets and traffic.
Too early
To see leaves falling
Adirondacks
First published by Image Curve, August 20, 2015
photograph by Adam Excell
For dVerse Poets Pub The Sounds of Koorogi, Cricket-dVerse Haibun Monday (guest pubtended by Victoria D. Slotto).
She asks us to write a haibun using the kigo Koorogi (Cricket). How auspicious, then, that this haibun–about the night before a vacation to our time-share in Smugglers Notch in Vermont–appeared in Image Curve three years ago today!
Frank J. Tassone 
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