satiny dark complete
curdly clouds striped moon silent
could hear my eyes blink
That was all the instruction I ever received: two announcements and a vision of a baseball field.
I sat on the verandah until the satiny dark was complete.
A few curdly clouds striped the moon, and it became so silent I could hear my eyes blink.
From Shoeless Joe by W. P. Kinsella, 1983, Ballantine Books.
Summer time and humidity so thick you could be under water.
Dark so deep you can feel it.
Quiet so loud, you can hear.
Life in the low country on South Carolina in June, 2023.
No Haiku For You 