Hot haibun for Dverse

I’m thinking of the time we took the train out through the desert – the only form of life that hot, dry day was the tin box shaking and snaking its way between the low brown hills. Not even a bird circling high in the indifferent blue sky. It was hot. Too hot to stand up, too hot to sit down, too hot to lie with your head on the seat, too hot to read, too hot to sleep, too hot to talk, too hot to open the window, too hot to close the window, and in the end all we could do was sprawl, stunned and silenced by the sun, waiting for rumours of temperatures reached to rattle down the train at every station, watching the earth burn down to its bones.  And then, at one stop, a man selling ice – chiselling off shards of it from a block the size of a sink, and everyone reaching and snatching and grabbing, as if they were diamonds that melted like dreams in our hands.

Not reaching my lips
Ice melts between my fingers
Watering dry ground.

Kanzensakura has opened up the bar at Dverse after the summer break. The prompt is “hot” and she is asking for a haibun that recalls personal experience. We don’t suffer too much from heat here in the UK – though we did hit a glorious 33 degrees last week!!! – but I am lucky enough to have spent time in a few different deserts now, and this haibun recalls the hottest train ride ever, heading out of Pakistan back when I was young and off adventuring.

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12 thoughts on “Hot haibun for Dverse

  1. I like all of this but particularly, the ice like diamonds. How wonderful that cold must have felt if only for a few seconds.Great haiku. I like this memory you have shared. It is beyond miserable to be so hot.

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  2. watching the earth burn down to its bones. Just love that! And the last part of the prose as well: chiselling off shards of it from a block the size of a sink, and everyone reaching and snatching and grabbing, as if they were diamonds that melted like dreams in our hands. Kind of creates a feeling of nostalgia. The haiku is great too- couldn’t even get the ice into your mouth before it melted – now that’s hot! And the wanting feeling that ‘watered dry ground’ creates when you’re so hot and thirsty. Kind of desperate. Awesome!

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  3. Considering that humans
    can only live 4 days without
    water.. surprisingly some stayed
    there and never left..
    sMiLes.. proof
    of the conservative
    nature of humans
    as opposed
    to the nomadic
    more liberal now
    water seeking
    nature of others..
    oh.. the cave
    can be
    hot
    and full
    of strife and violence too..
    hot as hell in so many ways…

    Hmm.. i’LL take hot..
    but i’LL keep all the
    rivers.. streams.. bays..
    emerald green gulf all teaming
    with something to eat.. and fertile
    grounds.. wHeRe a person can even
    survive without AC and Heat.. and
    Electricity all together too.. so alive..
    T H R i V i N G and R A V iNG hUman..
    WiTh alWays plenty oF water to drink.. so..

    Some humans
    go wHeRe heaven
    is and others choose
    to stay in hell of what
    they were raised in or
    tHeiR juSt is no desire to move on
    to more heaven like pastures.. sTiLL noW…

    Human nurture.. nature..
    Beach or Desert.. noW..
    choice of relative free will..
    and societies pressures to
    never ever
    move
    the
    cheese..

    So sure.. i can thank
    my nomadic immigrating
    ADHD-like Wild-eyed ancestors
    for Dropping mE off in heaven now..
    wHeRe a person can literAlly survive
    even without
    clothes..
    oh.. the freedom..
    oh.. the Joy.. when
    Humans live wHERe
    they are REaLLY EVOLVED
    TO
    BE..
    NoW..

    Sorry that sure was
    long but in heaven tHeRe
    is no time.. no limits and
    no expectations my friEnd..
    haha.. sure oNline tHeRe
    is alWays a deFriending
    option.. a delete button
    and moderation way too..
    and sure the off button
    works nicest and best
    in totally ignoring way..
    as some of us still rain free..
    and others of us rain a little dryer sTill.. hot or cOld..
    such is life in the landScape sTill of human now2..:)

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  4. “And then, at one stop, a man selling ice – chiselling off shards of it from a block the size of a sink, and everyone reaching and snatching and grabbing, as if they were diamonds that melted like dreams in our hands.” – great imagery in these lines.

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  5. Oh my gosh…I think my temperature rose just reading about hot that train was! 🙂 I can imagine how everyone must have been grabbing for those shards of ice. Well written…you took me right there, Sarah.

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