There’s only a portal of black obsidian between the zombies and lava in The Dimension of The Nether and The Overworld where Steve is standing and I am counting his sheep, cows and pigs. But we really shouldn’t be hanging around when night is about to fall and mob attacks are imminent: Blazes and Creepers, Spiders from The Cave, all ready to descend on The Farm. autism spectrum my nephew names all the monsters It’s time to lock up the animals, he says, time to close doors and windows, so I turn Steve around and notice he’s clutching a tiny baguette, something that fills me with unaccountable joy: that in this world of sharp edges and danger a boy has placed Bread in a man’s hands and they are carrying it home. Presence 63, March 2019
Yeah.. n that's nature..
ReplyDeleteLovely!
Take care
Is it surprise? Is it sureness? What I do know is ... the sound of the wind which sows. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf
Thank you both! Yes, surprise, delight, gratitude. It's good to spontaneously feel like that now and again. Sometimes I forget to look and notice.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. A great sense of resilience. Hope but never taken for granted. And the first line really emphasises the whole.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jem. It's always a delight to be included in a Snapshot Press publication.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA beautiully observed moment...
ReplyDeleteThank you for your lovely feedback.
ReplyDeletelovely poem
ReplyDeletehttp://lyricalpassionpoetry.yolasite.com
We encourage you to submit your writing for the E-Zine
Blessings - Raquel
Good one! I love the Haiku Calendar!
ReplyDeleteall my best,
Alan
Literature Director, 2010 Bath Japanese Festival
.
Looking forward to more haiku and haibun postings! ;-)
ReplyDeleteall my best,
Alan
The With Words International Online Haiku Competition 2010: weblink to competition page
.
Great reading yyour blog
ReplyDelete