summer storm

-the haiku was written for Caribbean Kigo Kukai #CKK44. The kigo was 'raincoat'. (jul13)

thunder

I am not afraid to die, he says, I still take the maximum out of each day like I always did. And I have an excellent doctor, she is the most clever lady I have ever met, I do everything she says and nothing more. No matter what people say.

I am told that he is a very sick man, and that his name is on the waiting list for a transplantation. Hence the temporary job, until his operation, whenever that will be.

But it's my wife, he sighs, she is driving me absolutely crazy. She cannot understand that I won't search on the Internet all day and grasp every single possibility there is in the world to get better.


With his eyes on me I nod, not knowing what to say. It would be easy to agree and take his side. Obviously I admire the way he deals with it all, and I have never actually met his wife, but how could I NOT sympathize with her?




sudden thunder
their argument

forgotten

Athabasca Glacier

After my husband agrees to take her picture she hands over her camera and turns towards me: Would you like to be on the photo with me? Without hesitation I agree. Why not? A moment later we stand close together like good friends and smile into the camera.

That evening I wonder why I hadn't asked this girl anything. She was clearly travelling alone. Who was she, why was she on her own, where was she going? And what will she say when a friend watches her photo's and asks who I am?



valley motel
behind the nett curtain
a bumblebee buzzes