Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma County, Arizona
Mourning dove, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
Aztec Ruins National Monument, Aztec, New Mexico
Dandelion, Apache County, Arizona
A stone by the road
sets the scene
for the dance.
Farther down the road
a man without elbows
plays a flute
with his feet,
panting out wild notes,
and the desert,
which has waited
since it was created,
begins to stir.
than shrugging off the eons
to shimmy in the sun?
“I hear America singing,” Walt Whitman wrote, “the varied carols I hear.”
I too hear singing, but instead of songs coming from throats of carpenters, masons or boatmen, I hear the songs of sky and star and stone. The songs of weeds and wind and wild things. The songs of crow and cricket and cottonwood. All these songs come from the high desert, and like the Siren songs that seduced Odysseus and his companions, I cannot ignore them.
I hear them as I help a student proofread her essay. I hear them while I confer with a parent about his son’s behavior. I hear them while I am grading papers.
At day’s end, I slip into comfortable clothing and walk into the nearby wilderness. The stones and weeds and dust greet me with rejoicing. They knew I would come.
three stones confer with the wind—
my house is too small
Revised haibun © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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An abandoned amphitheatre, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
looking past crumbling stone walls
to a bright blue sky
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Coyote painted on a stone by artist Pat Hansen, Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Agave in bloom, April 2016, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
from sky and lizard and stone—
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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