Springtime in Utah. For several weeks, I awoke to the song of a black and white warbler, shared breakfast with my hiking companions, and considered the possibilities. From sunup to sunset we explored a labyrinth of canyons, found 1000-year old Anasazi ruins built into sandstone walls, guessed at the meanings of their rock art. By firelight, we shared dinner and musings, drank spirits, watched the moon rise.
Back home in Canada, I wake to sound of house sparrows chattering in the still leafless plum tree, pour milk over dry cereal and consider the possibilities. Read the newspaper? Go shopping? Clean the garage? Pay the bills? At 1 p.m. I have a dental appointment.
Simply Haiku, v5n3, 2007