NaPoWriMo 30-Day Challenge Begins
Warm- Up Haibun
Crossings
The man at the coffee kiosk mentioned a grizzly spotted swimming across Two Medicine Lake. I sip my hot drink. Was it only a day ago I was paddling those same lonely waters? From what vantage point had this crossing been viewed? Though the binoculars of a Japanese Tourist? From the ferry bow, where a clutch of wind-swept couples from the great plains pointed and gasped? From a bare escarpment above where the rock jocks paused for a Nalgene swig and another brow-swiping moment at the edge of a free climb?
“I heard it from one of our staff , my friend, he was up there hiking. It was his day off”, the Kiosk-worker’s voice is resonant with the music of eastern Europe. “Believe me or not, but he tells me it’s true”. A traveller himself, he turns away, crosses to the cappacino machine, the buttons, the gears he pushes each morning, overflowing cups of white froth.
Where path meets water
Astonishing view
Bear swims past fishes
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Slim Poem Upon Waking
Thin
Morning
Thoughts
Pulled
Out
Of nighttime’s
High screeching
Another
Animal struggle
In the trees
Springdeath
So violent
Yet too dark
To see
The bark fly
Awakenings
On wings
Like these
Defy sleep
Strike deep
Early Morning Poems 