Welcome to the World
Night falls swiftly as tucked beds unfurl and warm blankets wrap against bare skin. Sleep tries to find its mark and is beginning to set in. Forgoing a warning, a misplaced puddle of warm wet spreads, soaking everything. With sudden clarity, the declaration booms: “It is time”, just as the sudden death-grip takes firm hold, signaling a pending arrival.
Big-brother-to-be fervently carries overnight supplies as the vehicle springs into action, barrelling down the highway toward the hospital. Shuddering waves come as a foot finds its proximity to the floorboard with only a gas pedal in between. In minutes, the warning call can be measured in seconds. Rounding the corner, a shout breaks the peaceful August night, calling off guards who point fervently toward the hospital.
The search is on. A wheelchair is found and a special delivery flies toward the third floor.
Welcome to the world
This wonderful summer night,
And happy birthday.
This is my first attempt at a form of poetry I’ve never tried. The Japanese Haibun form blends terse prose with one or more poems. Seeing so many beautiful mixtures of the two writing styles, I’ve been really wanting to try it myself. When I stumbled upon a description of this form, I had to give it a shot. I hope I did it justice.