Living in the past

7 Oct

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HAIBUN THINKING – October 7th 2014

arthur-browne                                                                                 © Arthur Browne

How could I have failed to see the beauty of the maples reflecting in the pond as large koi danced in the dappled shadows? How could I have been deaf to the songs of the birds and the chirping of crickets ?

I sat there on the granite bench beneath Buddha’s gaze and felt sorry for myself. I was drowning in self-pity and angry with my life. Why was I still here when I had nothing to live for?

A stranger came along and sat down next to me, although the benches beside me were unoccupied. I felt put out about this intrusion but was too polite to speak up. We sat in silence for several minutes and then he spoke first. He told me how he had come to this park every day for the last twenty years. Today would be his last, he was going far away and would never be able to return.

With tears in his eyes he held out his hand and placed a rose in mine. “I always toss one in the water before I leave” he said “I was hoping you would do it for me when I’m gone.”  “Presumptuous of you” I though as he walked away.

A  passing woman  stopped and stared. “Mr. Warner used to sit on that very bench every day and toss in a flower” she said “that is until last weekend. He died and they are burying him today. He will finally be reunited with his little daughter who drowned in this pool.”

I was dumbfounded. The grey clouds suddenly lifted from my soul and the warm sun thawed the ice in my veins. I have so much in my life that I have not been thankful for, choosing to only see the negative and ignoring the moments of joy each day brings. I saw how a man’s sorrow could keep him from moving forward by chaining him to the past.

Leaning forward I dropped the rose into the water. “Farewell..I will not return. You can rest in peace.”

living in the past

while ignoring the present

there is no future

 

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4 Responses to “Living in the past”

  1. redgladiola October 7, 2014 at 12:33 pm #

    Touching! Haiku and its variants are my favorite. =)

  2. martha0stout October 7, 2014 at 2:36 pm #

    Sometimes we just need someone to let us know that not only are we not alone, but that there is something, someone that we have that we had completely forgotten about in the first place.

    Beautiful.

  3. summerstommy2 October 7, 2014 at 5:53 pm #

    Beautiful haibun Pat, you nailed this one so well. Those stories are always so heart wrenching. Well done.

  4. Bastet October 8, 2014 at 12:27 am #

    A delightful shiver went up my spine as the story reached its concluson. Lovely. Brava!

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