Haibun
Opalescent sky
Pregnant with a million moons
Of them, just one mine
For you, the moon may be a peaceful chalice brimming with a tranquil joy. Or it may be a pale smile, its radiance a soft, soothing kiss. Maybe it is the harbinger of a sweet message; a postman delivering the longing gaze of a beloved staring wishfully in the same direction. Maybe it is nothing, just an insignificant apparition far away. Maybe it is everything, the entire universe condensed. Maybe it is evil; a hideous smear upon the charcoal sky. Maybe it is pure; an eternal sentry standing silent vigil. Maybe it is a symbol bearing a secret significance. Or is it simply factual? A mere hunk of rock falling in space. Or rather, is it all of them, at the same time? What is the moon, if not a million moons? Each the same in the night sky, but so different in each eye. Just another web, woven out of all our minds. What is the universe if not eight billion universes? Some encompassing light years, others only spanning a few, familiar blocks, and some just reaching up to that one unforgettable face; the same story written differently in each our lives. We gaze up to look at that one pearl embedded in the pitch black, but perceive it in so many contrasting colors. Isn’t it wonderful how our minds can interpret the same world in a billion unique ways?
Myriad tales of
Unique minds; woven into
Endless string of time
For the record, this story was written in partnership with my discord friend Tan, I give her full credit for both the haikus and all the good bits.