Last week for Haikai Challenge #9, Frank J. Tassone had us writing about November Rain. I wrote my snarky “Ain’t Gonna Happen” and then whined to Frank about how we are in the dry season here in Florida and was bold enough to tell him we were going to ‘have a talk’ if he persisted with these northern slanted prompts. (Good thing Frank knows I’m both crazy and harmless; why else would he put up with that?!) This week, he gave what I considered a bit of a hint about the prompt when he mentioned the super moon, so I crafted this in anticipation. Then, wouldn’t you know it — out of the goodness of his heart — Frank posted an unconventional challenge in response to my sass; Arid. Yep; a dry season prompt. And there I was with this amazing super moon Haiku and no place to post it!! (Not to mention a big plate of crow for dinner.) At the bequest of Frank & qbit, two very indulgent friends, I post this. For the record, this is not my official offering for #10 – Arid; I actually wrote a Haibun called Thirsting (my non-standard Kigo word). That post appears right before this one. Okay, Frank, go ahead and rush headlong into those cold and snow prompts – I’ll behave 😉
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