For Paul’s Wildness challenge. I hope he doesn’t mind that I seem to be taking what we call the contre-pied rather often.

Haibun for the excluded

I never have felt, and never will feel, that I am part of what we call nature. I observe, yearn to be, to enter into that wild dimension framed by grass stalks, moving, coloured air, and the million scents I will never know. Like watching a cricket match, a film in Urdu, the grinning teeth of golden people on a yacht. On the outside, beyond an unseen wall, looking in, understanding nothing.

Kestrel hovers
fearless or just ignorant
of our gravity.