19 May 2023
cloudy sandia -- a haiku
Here is the Daily Pages excerpt from which this haiku was generated:
Clouds slink down Sandia, cloaking her in places, revealing her in places: a peep show. On her back-laying face, mist descends to the bridge of her nose…tip and nostrils just barely breathing, just barely un-suffocated, an upside-down sideways vapor near-drowning. Will she go under/over, or will her airways remain unblocked? Only one way to know...I will bear witness. Not that I could save her. Not that mother earth and sister mountain ever require saving. Instead, she faces with peace, no flinching, what comes, as it were intended—and okay.
Here are a few early stabs at it:
clouds slink down her face
her nostrils she won’t stopper
she is unafraid
clouds engulf her face
drowning does not frighten her
she welcomes all fates
~mv