Kim is the host of this week’s Haibun Monday at the dVerse poet’s pub. Kim says:
For this week’s Haibun Monday, write about solitude: it could be meditative solitude, solitude in nature, or just plain old sitting alone in your room solitude. That’s up to you. But you should write no more than three tight paragraphs about solitude, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to a season.
Since I’ve already written about the pheasant, I did another one not about the pheasant.
Even when it is quiet in the house, there is white noise: the refrigerator, sounding like an organic distressed beast; the aquarium’s pump and splashing water, depending on how much water has evaporated from it; the computer tower’s low-pitched hum; the low piercing thread of the wifi router; my sporadic monologues while reading or writing; the fan or vaporizer at night while sleeping.
My family and friends understand I like and must have my solitude. They don’t blow up my phone with texts and calls. There is a pleasant routine to the contacts. Monthly lunch dates with various friends one-on-one, where we always meet on the same date or day of the month. The former co-workers who are also friends meet about every two weeks as a group at cheap lunch locations. My sons and their significant others visit every other Sunday, where we play board games. These minimal social interactions punctuate a life of solitude.
Born into winter’s
realm, the hermit lives her days
loved, known, accepted.