I admit to today’s line being one of my favorites because of it’s obscurity. In Songs of Unreason, Harrison often confounds me with a question, explicit or implied, that must be answered. For this quote, I asked myself how it is that we remain in the air and then I stopped being literal and wrote poetry. Thank you to everyone who has joined in as we make tracks through these 28 Days of Unreason! Here is today’s Harrison quote and my poetic response to it with “Tracks” in Haiku form.
I love the tracks left by hundreds of species of birds that remain in the air like we do
In faces we see years, or the lack thereof, tones of skin, lips of color and grin stretching out to welcome us or drawn tight to hide away the pain of days and nights, winters and spring, of living too much or not enough, walking the path to the river or the River, the dip of birth or the dip of death, the planting or harvesting, and as we walk by them, in the water, in the grass, in the tree or air, it is not in their faces that the story lies, it is in their eyes, their eyes, their eyes.
Eyes looking outward
Skeptical angry or no
The tale is thereby told
We are writing Haibuns over at dVerse tonight. Join us!