morning walk —
wrapped and unwrapped
by the fog


7 Responses

  1. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    Love the movement in this and the idea of wearing fog :)

    marion

  2. @andreochka Says:

    It's a very nice haiku!

  3. Robert Says:

    Wonderfully descriptive.

  4. Kala Ramesh Says:

    I love this, Kashinath. Well done :))

  5. haikuapprentice Says:

    Another wonderful haiku!

    Kashinath has nicely set the season and the scene – a morning walk in fog likely refers to the cooler months of autumn or winter. More importantly, the sparse level of description is suggestive, and invites and allows the reader to be drawn in while calling upon their own sensory memory. We can share his morning walk. Can feel the cold damp air. Sense the isolating greyness. Perhaps feel the sting of chill on one's nose and down into one's lungs as we breathe in. Then our breath exhaled contributes slightly to the foggy air.

    But for me the second line is where the magic lies in this poem. We are "wrapped" and "unwrapped by this fog. As we walk along, into the deep mistiness, is Kashinath capturing how our movement creates vortices, swirling behind, trailing away like a scarf? Or does he mean those fluctuations of the fogginess itself along our walking route? Areas where the fog naturally has already begun to thin and lift – as beside the lake near my home – so that the passage of the morning walk is being recorded through the repeated wrapping and unwrapping – walking by these landmarks with their particular atmospherics? Or again, does he refer to something deeper – a conversation and a sequence of personal revelations?

    Kashinath makes no reference to a companion, but to me, through the vivid suggestiveness of the scene, it seems we are invited to accompany him. Trudging through a fog, conversing in complete privacy from the world, we pass from being totally "clothed" and unknown – "wrapped" – to gradually knowing more about our companion as they unwrap the layers of their personality, their soul. Such are some of the senses I gain from sharing this morning walk with Kashinath, for which I am deeply appreciative.

    Finally, there is the delightful play of words – wrapped and unwrapped. But if you speak the poem aloud there is another like-sounding word which captures the essence of walking with a friend, or a child, through a morning fog – and that is rapture. Kashinath has rekindled in me my own child delight of a foggy walk, and I am totally rapt.

    Thank you for sharing this beautiful haiku!

  6. dawndream1 Says:

    So nice.

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