This is another place where I spend a lot of wasted time. It does offer an opportunity for prayer and mediation, I'll give it that. This is called a "haibun" -- half prose, half haiku.
Waiting at the Gatehouse
A mix of parents, grandparents, children, grandchildren, spouses, friends, and lovers patiently wait to be called. All nationalities, shapes and sizes share the time. I am reminded of Anna Akhmatova’s Requiem, and am ashamed of my impatience. We the waiting become one in prayer.
Leningrad -- Norfolk
snowflakes fall on both prisons
one tormented cry
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1 comment:
I can see the Anna Akmatova connection. Requiem is an awesome work, although I only know it in translation. I would have thought of Osadchy's Cataract.
Oh, but your "one tormented cry;" it simply stops the heart!
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