For Aafke, and Horse Lovers All

  For Aafke, and Horse Lovers All

                                                                                     

Swaying, rhythmic roll

 

Heaven in green, brown and blue

 

A toss and a snort

 

                                                               

Haiku

  Sitting in the Grand Mosque at Mecca one mild spring morning, I listened to the omnipresent birds as they flitted above and around the Kaaba, singing their birdsong. Only birds talk in the Haram.  Humans pray, meditate, and bask in the beauty of Allah’s creation, giving thanks for their seat at the point on Earth above which Heaven seems nearest. I wrote this haiku: 

  

Swallows skim and swoop

Skid, slide, squeak and tumble down

A ladder of notes