Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 4, Number 2, June 2010

Cherie Hunter Day
San Diego, California, USA



A construction crane sways over roof joists like a magic wand and childhood comes near again. It’s summertime in the dusky parking lot at Lyons Station. I’m wearing flowered pajamas. My bedtime is 7:30 but the 8:14 train from Newark is due any moment. I stand on the Ford’s front passenger seat and lean out the window so I can see down the tracks. A far-off whistle makes its way out of the shadows. Would Grampa be on this train or the next one in forty-three minutes? Waiting lengthens dusk and the past veers away and vanishes behind a small door under the eaves.

even as
I prepare for sleep
an owl moon
rises to watch over
my slumbering body




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