Haibun ~ John
The road is shadowed with willow. My sixteen-year-old son
walks on ahead.
This morning I shaved him, bathed him. Then for forty minutes he ran around
the house in nothing but his socks, refusing to get dressed.
Now he walks the road ahead of me, talking to others I cannot see. Moths
flit by, are gone. Light streams through the tree gaps.
Suddenly he stops. He is holding a small dead creature by its tail. Its
body has been flattened by some passing car. He holds it up to the light,
body turning gently from left to right, right to left. The light shines through
it and it appears lit. As I approach him he hands me the tiny corpse. I take
hold of its tail, hold it up just as he had done.
a leather page
written with sunlight
John W. Sexton lives in Ireland. His haiku have appeared in Ginyu,
The Illustrated Ape and also in translation in the Irish language publications
Feasta and Lá.
His first collection of haiku, Shadows
Bloom / Scáthanna
Faoi Bhláth, with
translations into Irish by Gabriel Rosenstock, was recently published by
novels, The Johnny Coffin Diaries and Johnny
are published by The O’Brien Press.