implications in hello
the older i get the more i read into everything i do or say. not a good habit really. letting go entirely is what we miss out on when we fear falling through our own empty spaces. i see the way hello fills those spaces for me. but every hello carries the implication of a goodbye. but still it is so nice to smile despite any implications.
i give a salute as they pass… the path where the deer disappear
4 thoughts on “Haibun 86”
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #8: Michael Rehling’ #haibun 86!
If you get old, you get lonely. Your friends die one after another and at least you are the only one to visit their grave.
But the only way not to get old is to die young.
At 77, I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, which I didn’t believe existed when I was younger. Good insight, Michael.