Somewhere inside his meandering mind, he finds a moment where he can set aside the complexities of life. Sitting at his desk, the walls fall away and he becomes that little boy, playing with his toy Mustang on the sidewalk. Zoom, zoom! His inner child spins the model’s wheels, imagining what life will be like when he’s all grown-up . . .
SNAP—he’s back to the present; spinning in his chair like a top, he wonders, As I die, will I feel this sense of completeness?
a sketch of spring leaves . . .
my finger in the frost
on the window
First published in The Haibun Journal, 4:2, September 2022