#Haiku Happenings #9: Rajani’s latest #haibun!
Isn’t this the womb that should birth great change? The
momentous correction that will resurrect time? So all
that is askew, adrift, alone will find a home? Then why
does opportunity contort its neck and retreat into its
shell? Where it is safe, where it is in control, where
it is the way it was before? Yet, need is no stranger to
waiting in the cold. That was the arrangement. Even
for days like this, when the end, out of sight, looks
exactly like the beginning, when the window is closed
and rain accounts, in straight lines, for asymmetrical loss.
a word, a world,
Curfew: Day 48
This is the 50th lockdown post in as many days. And we’re somewhere – at an end or a beginning- or both.
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