Over the last week, I have walked through two airports. I have walked city streets. I have walked through two cemeteries, up and down the aisle of a church, and into the ocean. The pavements have been hard underfoot.
Today, I walk through woodland. The leaves are still fresh and bright, and there are bluebells in great cascades tumbling down the banks. A bird sings. I take a breath.
blue as the ocean
spring sings like a blackbird
bells chime silently
For Bjorn at dVerse, who asks us to write a haibun inspired by walking.