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Everything is tightly packaged, by man, as in nature: look at the carapace of ladybugs, the skin on a garbanzo bean, the husk of corn. So it is with our worldly trappings, encased in brown cardboard and bands of tape, snugly stuffed into the back of the moving truck. It seems that we have become mobile, like a snail. We leave our hometown behind, sick with the sense of departure, and brindled with adrenaline for the unknown ahead.
The temperature rises as we cross into drier turf, buttes framing the road like two hands clasping the sandy landscape. Gullies sculpted by streams break the bands of sand and clay, studded by scrub brush and living tumbleweeds. Everything familiar is behind, and nothing before us is welcoming. The air simply urges us forward.
skeletons inside
our van shell
we are insects in this vastness
The temperature rises as we cross into drier turf, buttes framing the road like two hands clasping the sandy landscape. Gullies sculpted by streams break the bands of sand and clay, studded by scrub brush and living tumbleweeds. Everything familiar is behind, and nothing before us is welcoming. The air simply urges us forward.
skeletons inside
our van shell
we are insects in this vastness
Literature
warmer and warmer
the drapes
greet me
an unpleasant
morning.
the sink
drip
drip
drips
again
& the tiles
are colder barefoot.
there is a pile of
newspapers on the
marble counter
& dead quiet
in the air-
until steam
billows from
the coffee mug.
sunlight
beams in the room
like a visitor
& breakfast
comes in with
a sweet smile.
it was 6:30 when
i was alone,
but 7:00
arrived
like a neighbor
& i am happy.
i have myself,
oversized t-shirt
& messy hair
& the warm
comfort of my
own skin.
i was alone.
i'm not anymore.
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Haikuwrimo 1
winter's child with a
summer glow, the seasons were
combed into you hair
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Winter
Winter
All is quiet, not a single sound.
The world is pure, crystalline and resting. God's creatures sleep in the dead silence.
It is a time of death, a time of goodbyes, a time of moving on.
But it is also a time of cheer; people gather, laughing, giving.
Celebrating Jesus Christ; remembering Israelites.
The world is renewing, readying itself for a new year.
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I love the bug imagery. It makes the reader even smaller in the desert.