gasp of breathless cloud
hovering in liminal
gray of mountain sky
During a hailstorm in Darjeeling, I took shelter in one of my favorite bookstores and purchased a book on the tradition of Japanese death poetry. Filled with farewells written by commonfolk, samurai and Zen monks, I’m now entering a section dedicated entirely to haiku poets.
It inspired me to revisit this photograph of a thin cloud that floated just above the border between India and Nepal where the weighted sky folds over mountains.
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