For Samuel Beckett and Matsuo Basho
Out of one dream the same dream is reborn.
I am hand-picked by the director to sit front row center for the play, Breath. The play has no actors, just a stage full of rubbish. It begins with a brief, faint cry, then the amplified sound of a human breath accompanied by an increase and decrease in the intensity of the light, followed by another faint cry as the lights fade and the curtain falls.
you're my dreaming heart
a butterfly darts in and out
of my shadow
Out of one dream the same dream is reborn.
I am hand-picked by the director to sit front row center for the play, Breath. The play has no actors, just a stage full of rubbish. It begins with a brief, faint cry, then the amplified sound of a human breath accompanied by an increase and decrease in the intensity of the light, followed by another faint cry as the lights fade and the curtain falls.
you're my dreaming heart
a butterfly darts in and out
of my shadow
Contemporary Haibun Online, 7:3, October 2011
