Haiga Archive

snowetswan

migrating geese
the shapes of chins
in a crowd

the sea breeze carries a taste of incense… temple offering

leaf litter…
he turns over
an old thong

My friend and I explore the playground at the end of my street. The old equipment has suddenly become punctuated by strange bright contraptions. We take turns to climb inside a mounted tractor tyre while the other spins it around. Then swing in and out on a large, rotating kite. But we still end up on old favorites. We scramble over monkey bars, turn dizzy on the merry-go-round and scream down the highest slide…

white cockatoos
crown the pine trees….
summer nuts

Parking my car years later in front of the old playground.
I stare out across an ocean of neatly mown grass with one small island of equipment.

broken nest
the peanut package warns
it might contain nuts

another spring—
blossoms taken
by wind

rising with the sun
we carry our dreams to a new home