mid-afternoon
pond catches light—
the stillness of deer
Here's a quote from writer Jane Reichhold.
"So that is what haiku is all about. How to build
the cage of words to hold the miracle safe and full of sound until the images
in a reader’s mind open the door to the wonderment and delight the author found
in one part of the world. It is the cage that will attract and intrigue the
reader, but it must also be well-built enough to bring the experience intact
far across time and space."
I love the idea of the "cage" as something that both captures a moment in the natural world and then holds it until it's released to the reader. But how hard it is to build those small cages. And how can they hold wildness, stillness, and time passing?
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