Trail sign

[haibun]
teethmarks
on the trail sign…
my last sip of tea

lost balloon

how unlooked-for
to be let go

From time to time a flash of panic, as if I’ve forgotten something — but I can’t think what.

missing mountaintop
in the pit
of my stomach

acres of silence
one red squirrel

on an empty stomach
trying not to stare

through bare branches
with its horns out

I was trying to find another world. It was right here all along.

hunter’s cap
a bell-like sound
from the raven’s throat

of the wolf
mother tree

the mountain cut open
by a new road

you too
have never existed

on the side of the road
ready for winter

You can see farther this time of year because there’s so much less to see.

ridgetop wind
speaking in the voice
of a raven