A late summer breeze ripples the pond water into small waves. The afternoon sun warms my neck and back, relaxing the muscles in my shoulders. Miles from sounds of cars, planes, decibel-maxed radios, I let internal pressures of the day fade. Dragonflies flit around me; a few stop to examine the creature with pencil and pad, then dart away. I close my eyes. Somewhere to my left, a dove calls; somewhere in front of me, a fish splashes; and everywhere it seems are bird, frog, and insect sounds. For the first time in weeks, I'm in no hurry to be anywhere at any appointed time.

swatting a mosquito —
the sonorous buzz
of a pager

haijinx volume IV, issue 1 March 2011

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