Haibun, Life, Poem, Poetry

Haibun – Shards

Shards

An airport is an unlikely place for a serendipitous meeting, but here we are, I, with tufts of unruly white hair and she, with a few more wrinkles around her eyes. Has it already been eight years? Did it start with a glance, a greeting or a tentative smile?

Crossing each other, we halt mid stride for a brief moment of recognition before moving on to opposite ends of the lounge carrying with us the lasting legacy of our relationship – silence. Sitting down on a recliner that overlooks the runway, I can see the taxiing planes and a cluster of hazy trees beyond them.

flight of gulls –

the beach slips away

beneath my toes

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