cloudy eve

clouds gain weight at night
udders sag between dark trees
thin sheet damply clings

Condensing humidity on a dank night feels like it will never end. No matter how you turn, comfort is hundreds of kilometers north at the mountain shed.


Photo credit: mzacha from morguefile.com

hollow

ref calls a head strike
face mask reeks of salt and mold
ouch! my empty mind

Yes, it's easy to fool myself into thinking I have the Zen composure needed to excel at bamboo sword fighting. But one good whack on the noggin clears that fog pretty fast.

seek

comfort, finally
old futons are plaster hard
ah! my leg's asleep