WAITING (a haibun)

Spending time waiting is never easy, and I notice the small sounds.  Sounds of water running into the washing machine, Rod shifting his ladder as he paints.  I want to carry on with my painting, but can’t settle.  The hum of the fan becomes a background to this heat, and the waiting…

A long time since I was home.  Maybe it’s time to go back.

summer heat
and the phone rings
so far away