Archive for May 17, 2013


Posted in Haibun on May 17, 2013 by David Stormer Chigusa

Partner in Brazil for 10 days. Shards of Portuguese keep me company – Sozinho! Desanimado! Socorro! – their association with his tongue giving some sheen to their lament.

Until when I don’t know, an old man would sing the same song at sunrise down by the river – but I notice his absence for the first time today. Ah, sozinho.

bed at dawn
no old man’s song, even

I realize, now by myself, that this new reluctance to tidy, cook, do the laundry, means the key to what gets me up every day must have changed hands. Desanimado.

apple branches
that I cannot prune today

Cycling home, the light navy-gray evening summer sky, incised with a startling new moon.

A lone
sickle moon
sharp as the eye in love