I have composed a haibun on the the paragraph below:
“The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. From the earliest times there have always been some who perished along the road. Still I have always been drawn by windblown clouds into dreams of a lifetime of wandering.” (translator : Sam Hamill)”
She walked down the cobbled road. As her heels clattered on the stones, a rhythmic cacophony followed. The decibel rose and fell in the eerie silence.
She walked alone impervious to the humdrum around.
Cars honking, vendors shouting, the street urchins squabbling. The sounds of life were inaudible.
Enconsed in a bubble, she floated in an endless void.
Her glassy bubble,
Pricked by life’s serrated turns,
Broke her chimera.