constellations all the collections I’ve abandoned
.
constellations
everything I’ve learned
and forgotten
.
constellations it all made sense at the time
abandonment
May 20: 1-2 (Left behind)
the crying far away
of someone left behind
sandhill cranes at dawn
faint pencil marks
in the margins
the book you left behind
I “wrote” both of these in bed this morning, in my head, while I was barely awake. I could hear the cranes, the mournful bass underlying the rest of the dawn chorus. I don’t know where the pencil marks came from, maybe a dream. After I got up and wrote them down, the two haiku seemed connected to me and I couldn’t figure out why; then I realized they both contain the phrase “left behind.” My conscious will be interrogating my subconscious about that for the rest of the day.
Red Dragonfly 