along with the others here, i'm hoping you are okay after your brush with that bicycle! (you painted a vivid picture in our minds with those few syllables!)
thank you all for your kind words...I'm fine! A little more about what happened: A truer reflection of young, black manhood than we usually get to see in today's media, this little boy of ten, maybe eleven years careened into me as I walked through the park (didn't hurt me, amazingly enough, a freak of lucky angles/timing/both our reflexes). He apologized so sincerely and profusely (ordering his bike-buddy to 'STOP!') that *I * almost cried at the sheer joy of experiencing such tenderness in a child I'd never met before. I thanked him for his apology...it was that lovely. As I sat watching one of a number of kickball games going on, he'd would circle back periodically to be sure that I was okay and apologize again. (the near-miss was gnarly enough that we were both shaken)
Honestly, his...presence(?)...was so sweet and engaging I almost started to expect a halo or some such might be visible if I looked closely.♥ :)
Gloria, I love the haiku but I love your retelling of what happenened even more. It is so...so wonderful to hear from you and hear your life and what goes on. I really like that. Your description of the encounter is so vivid and lovely, so palpable and real. xoxo, Noelle
Your haiku is like a movie I see in front of me, told in 17 syllables - LOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteOof! Ouch! To be hit by a bicycle...but then to go on one's way again...ah!
ReplyDeleteHope all is okay. Looks like you lived to tell about it. Your haiku doeas paint a vivid picture in the mind. I love it!
ReplyDeletePeace
Made me smile. Remember teaching the kids to ride their bikes...Fond memories!!! Cathy
ReplyDeleteI can see it! Smiling! kids will be kids (adults, too). Adventures!
ReplyDeletealong with the others here, i'm hoping you are okay after your brush with that bicycle! (you painted a vivid picture in our minds with those few syllables!)
ReplyDeletemay we all learn to humbly bow to the events that comprise our days. something greater unfolds in when we seek the deeper meaning.
ReplyDeletetoday i bow to the love you pour into haiku.
each offering i bright firefly on our shared horizon.
I like the rhythm of this, and the ending "bow deep" A very lovely haiku.
ReplyDeleteBowing deeply.
ReplyDeleteAre you sure you aren't the one who ran into my wife last week? Someone ran into her while she was crossing the street and they were riding a bike.
ReplyDeletethank you all for your kind words...I'm fine! A little more about what happened:
ReplyDeleteA truer reflection of young, black manhood than we usually get to see in today's media, this little boy of ten, maybe eleven years careened into me as I walked through the park (didn't hurt me, amazingly enough, a freak of lucky angles/timing/both our reflexes). He apologized so sincerely and profusely (ordering his bike-buddy to 'STOP!') that *I * almost cried at the sheer joy of experiencing such tenderness in a child I'd never met before. I thanked him for his apology...it was that lovely. As I sat watching one of a number of kickball games going on, he'd would circle back periodically to be sure that I was okay and apologize again. (the near-miss was gnarly enough that we were both shaken)
Honestly, his...presence(?)...was so sweet and engaging I almost started to expect a halo or some such might be visible if I looked closely.♥ :)
Beautiful! Giddy, spontaneous, a breath of new awakening...
ReplyDeleteGloria,
ReplyDeleteI love the haiku but I love your retelling of what happenened even more. It is so...so wonderful to hear from you and hear your life and what goes on. I really like that. Your description of the encounter is so vivid and lovely, so palpable and real.
xoxo,
Noelle