I spent too long looking for it. Should have just left; then I wouldn’t have been late. But I was annoyed. I’m usually careful about misplacing things. Finally, there it was, one corner sticking out from under the cabinet. How in the world did it get under there? (rhetorical question). Then – look, there's something else I hadn’t seen in a while; didn’t even know it was missing! What a happy accident. Life with cats is always serendipitous.
I know I was bad but wait, just look at this face and try to scold me
This is my first take-a-deep-breath-and-go-for-it attempt at haibun, combining short prose with haiku. I most certainly bent the rules, but it was fun to write. And thanks to Sweeney for keeping still for the photo…what a good girl!
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.