shadow ink pools
matte vacuum reflection
absorbs no light
Miraged oasis in the distance, the desert traveler’s pace quickens. Skin bag long dry, biology mandates relief to stay imminent collapse. Stumbling, she falls to her knees in gratitude — which flips to horror. A crow lands.
perched in dead palm, caws
to still-moving carrion
scant tears wet sand
She follows black wings, the only movement on a mercilessly vacant horizon. She’s not sure when she loses consciousness, but she awakes to cool night and a bill pecking her hand. It hops just out of reach, again and again, as she pulls herself up the slow rise.
dune hides butter moon
below, village fire burns bright
dark portend brings life
Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Monday Haibun. Merril says:
Today I want you to write [haibun] about a time you looked up and saw. . .something.