At dVerse Mish is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to write about Shelter.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Give Me Shelter
“A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul.” Phillip Moffit
Shedding
I sought the rusted sheets with popped springhead nails that constituted a place of imperfect refuge, where the wind rattled the loosening sheets with devilish thoughts of crisis, and the rain laughed in penetrating bullets of inaccuracy that threatened reality. The corrie strained and shifted with metallic moans that wrenched my gut as the rain drenched my sense of doubt.
In the shed I shed tears of sorrow as the storm passed both within and without, and I longed for the assurance of summer’s dry calm, that quiet air of warm repose offering slow, delicate thoughts of life so different to this winter of my soul. In letting go I found a peace of incomplete and imperfect arrival, with none of the expected sophistication of a revival of soul, just the plain ordinariness of self understanding.
In the shed I shed my skins of old, like a python letting a season’s past regress, and the salt that burned my cheeks retired. And though the memories are retained I no longer own them. This place of shelter from the elements is shelter from my storm.
Winter's rusted sheets let water slowly leak in my soul is hidden Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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