(from The Heron’s Nest, Vol. XV, No. 4, December 2013)
—PRAVAT KUMAR PADHY
There is something refreshing about dew on grass, be it late at night or more often in the hour before our 'real' day. Perhaps we have quietly returned home from an illicit adventure, avoiding our parents ire.
If we are older, we are in between that world of trying to be a grown up in the world of adults, but also wanting to be one with another natural order.
I remember as a youngster walking miles and miles, leaving the city, dipping my feet into dew, before the long walk home, too exhausted to think and worry any more, for at least the remains of the day.
I also remember a wonderful early morning ārtī when it was cold and the dew and quiet smiles were invigorating and uplifting, as if I'd been washed from the inside out.
Another time was in Japan:
Toshugu shrine pines
I try to stay as still –
mist and dew
Publication credit: Hermitage (Romania 2005)
Articles: World Haiku Review Japan Article – Vending machines and cicadas (March 2003); Travelogue on World Haiku Festival 2002 Part 1 (Akita International Haiku Network, Japan 2010)
Anthology: We Are All Japan ed. Robert D. Wilson & Sasa Vazic (Karakia Press 2012)
Collection: The In-Between Season (With Words Pamphlet Series 2012)