Robinia trees edge the footpath,
acid green against morning sun.
Lavender Bay road curves past cafes
down to the harbour and from here
the city claims the day…
trains sway their rhythmic way
across the great arched bridge
while a ferry gives three short blasts
goes astern then disappears.
Winking glass eyes of sky-scrapers
hold, behind frames, a million workers,
a million coffees and a million sighs.
Computers booted… the day begins.
Ambling along the shore-line I pause.
A patch of grass becomes my seat
and a moth, at rest on a dandelion
flies to the open page of my book.
Together we read Seamus Heaney’s
poem about a blackbird.
The moth flutters
and lifts with the breeze…
It was the way it suddenly left,
Like the many things in my life
I couldn’t hold.
NOTE: the above is a Haibun, a short piece of succinct prose accompanied by a haiku.