Full Moon Tanka Haibun
Walked outside to relieve myself. Feels like freedom. No one around to judge. Just me and nature. Wind howled through the leaves that didn't fall soon to be pushed away by buds. I prefer when the air is silent. In our little valley within a valley, I can bark like a dog, howl like a wolf, hoot like an owl, and hear the echo resound for what seems miles. Hoot like an owl. No, Who just loop pedal Joseph’d into my mind — or my mind just popped it into my brain — White Feather taught me not insane to know not the same — I can see for miles and miles. Freedom. What is freedom? Freedom to pee against the breeze but not freedom to pee on someone else’s freedom. Think about that, jules’s moon goddess says to me.
Moon is full tonight
Low grey clouds majestic speed
Obscuring vantage
See moon speeding across sky
Albert’s relativity
Poet’s Notes: These works of other writers figured prominently in my poem:
