Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 4, Number 4, December 2010

Sonam Chhoki
Thimphu, Bhutan



The map is on a black brocade roll embroidered in gems. Rubies for roads, sapphires for streams, coral bridges and pearl hills against a granite sky.  I can’t read the names of destinations—what lettering is this—squiggles, loops and vertical lines in rows?

A voice unlike any I’ve heard before, calls out:

Where do you want to be?

I examine the glistening topography and can’t make up my mind.

What are you looking for? The voice asks again.

What about the breeze and birdsong? I can’t smell or hear anything!’ I cry.

Then as a quick afterthought, I add:

Have I died?’

The voice replies:

You have not arrived.

a fly on the pane on the bobbing bamboo








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