with a plan of action, you can move forward and catch a glimpse of light at the end of this tunnel of self-isolation, my friend keeps scratching his head to find some nice words that comfort me.
slanted moonlight
in bed I curl around
this emptiness
in predawn darkness
awake from a dream of death ...
heart-to-heart with myself
Reprinted in Under the Basho, March 9, 2025
(FYI: Haibun Editor didn't notify me of his acceptance of my haibun; therefore I submitted it to Failed Haiku, and it was accepted and published)
