The final haibun commenting on my trip. To learn what a haibun is, go back and read my previous post.
Aim at the stars
But keep your feet on the ground
(lunch before my trip)
Keep your champagne. I’ve had enough of long bus rides, tour guides, golf resorts (“A good walk spoiled,” Twain said). So I spoil myself with a good morning walk to the edge of the lough. Ducks are already there. Swans, too. Tall reeds sway in front of the first hole. Fathers and sons hit the links by sunrise. I stand on the dock, scan the sky for a sign. Double rainbow.