Haibun
Waiting
I always worry when
she doesn't come back on time.
A newspaper, silent music and the view over the window usually
kill passing time.
I can hear another bus leaving and our garden gate is still
closed.
waiting for you
the window changes
into a mirror*
Dusk is falling and
the moon appears over the neighbouring buildings.
It's always a magical moment for us but not now.
bed time
only the moonlight
next to me
I'm lying with my
eyes open.
The headlights of another car move along the ceiling...
The sound of footsteps...
Keys in the lock...
I fall asleep.
* Haiku won first place in the 2nd Annual Bashô Haiku Challenge.
