For Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, using the words sole/soul. I wrote a haibun.
I walk everywhere. The soles of my feet slap the pavement. I walk to the bus, which drives me elsewhere. I walk in the arboretum among the trees and dirt (“Remember, Man, that thou art dust”), and when I cannot get to church it feeds my soul. It is in the sun, in the shade, in the midst of the many, the infinite. The ponds and the turtles, plunging into the water.
Into the water —
Is Easter coming early?
Look at the turtles