You know you reading a truly great haiku when you are literally pulled into a different place and time. So it is with this poem.
Chad Lee Robinson delivers us into his world through this rich, multi-sensory poem. The smell of the dust, the open horizon with the twilight stars first appearing, and the sounds… oh the musicality of the sounds. Chad literally invites us to "tap" along with him as he conjures a virtual campfire and plays for us on his harmonica. Magical poem.
tapping trail dust
from the harmonica . . .
what transpires in this haiku is truly magical without making it cynical even in the slightest way. The haiku has almost been plucked out of a Neil Gaiman universe. What you treat us here with is a lasting legacy of a delicately unfolding magic.