Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Yum!!! A Haibun
A Panoramic View of the City
Even in midwinter, California is pretty. I remember China Town: a snapshot behind my eyes, a city whose mouth I stuffed my dreams inside. The huge, red-lit lanterns that swung across rope between a concrete walkway, weightless moons that coughed a yellow candle glow.
I recall the memory of my moving feet, swimming the fresh sidewalk of Fisherman's Wharf. On ten toes, I spun my snails' track across city corners and into the shiny, florescent glow of bakery windows and old-fashioned eateries. The lights of their many windows shone like beacons for the tourist-weary.
Then the quick rush into a carpeted foyer; the pedestrian-trample past a second-floor landing into a room sparkling of linen and mahogany. I relished the meticulously-poured tea from authentic china cups that I imagine were once imported in wooden crates for many ocean-miles. The specially-seasoned soy-fried Lo Mein that teased my tongue of a distinct flavor I could not remember. Then the fresh smell of roasted duck that my vegetarian hands dared not touch. But the taste of atmosphere was enough. San Francisco, a glowing ember out the window, the city lights a mirror of the starlit sky. And the fresh dessert dishes with delicate miniature spoons meant for dainty slight-of-hand dipping.
Window-seat swimming sky,
the sweet tang of green tea ice cream,
and oriental scent.
*I usually do my haikus as 6 / 8/ 6. This is a technique I learned from a book by Natalie Goldberg. She titled it 'An American Haiku,' given the idea that American words contain more syllables than Japanese words. Thus, I suppose she felt we were allowed one extra syllable per line.
Written for a prompt at dVerse Poets.