The weeping willow, despite its name, its curtain of low-sweeping boughs, does not weep over what is lost,does not grieve.
after her death
watching the rain
meeting the river
Beneath the bark, a layer of living cells divides and multiplies, expanding sapwood and heartwood, stretching the bark until it cracks and sheds to fit the new girth.
the scar around my breast
Growth: out into the world, down into the dark earth, and up into the light.
Contemporary Haibun Volume 10
Red Moon Press 2009