Poetry. Prose. From the author: "The haibun is a traditional Japanese form that dates back to Matsuo Basho's time (1644-94). It combines prose and haiku and often recreates a journey that ends in personal or spiritual growth. The haibun became a reservoir for the fatigue, love, fear, and wonder I felt as I approached and then experienced my father's final hours."
A wonderful modern take on the Haibun that I found both emotional and frustrating. As a character in her own story White comes off as a bit privileged and entitled. But that’s part of what makes it engaging.
My first engagement with a haibun. Very much appreciated Mimi White sharing this "passage"- one that most of us navigate - that of coming to grips with our parents' mortality, which of course shines the light on our relationship with them and then somehow back on us ... on how we're doing now, us as kids they raised ... and as adults now in this moment contemplating their loss.
These embedded haikus resonated with me most:
"always a hand, go, stay, always a last wave heart in the air"
"not all sounds equal silence or noise, consider the coffin lowering
and this one I actually chose to accompany a painting of mine in Instagram:
"moon's borrowed light passes for illumination night is infinite"