Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Selected Haibun: What’s Past Is Prologue

Sitting alone by the window, I look out at the maple branches swaying in the breeze. Out of nowhere, I feel the stab of a memory -- she waving me goodbye at the airport. I hold on to that memory, the universe hanging on the branches.

winter moonlight
breaking between branches
the sound of my voice

Cattails, May, 2015