A Haibun submitted by Jane Dougherty
Water glitters, silver as molten moonlight beneath the trees. I stand, carrying darkness on my shoulders and listen to the waves of wind in the poplars, hissing with the foam memory of the primal sea. Bird voices carry, bloodless and disembodied, on the billows, and all things connect in the rain of sound, pouring into the eternal racing of the river.
Night is an ocean,
crashing on reefs of treetops,
I am drenched in stars.
Photo Credit: Starry Nigth over the Rhone by Vincent van Gogh