The blogosphere seems to full of synchronicity for me today. Late yesterday I went for a walk on a wild, stony hilltop. It was experience I wanted to write a haibun about but I couldn’t think of a way in. Today on CDFHK I found a prompt that gives me the starting place I was seeking.:
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com.au/2015/07/carpe-diem-special-154-afriku-haiku.html – “Stones”. As part of the prompt Chevrefeuille has written –
I have another wonderful haiku poet from Ghana, Africa, for you this month as our featured haiku poet. His name is Adjei Agyei Baah and his is the co-founder of the Poetry Foundation Ghana. He has “invented” the (as he calls it) Afriku, the haiku from Africa.
Yesterday Adjei emailed me to ask me if I would publish his haiku (afriku) at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. Of course I was immediately enthusiastic and we had a little chat. It’s a great honor that I may use his haiku for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
Here are his “stones”-haiku/afriku which he would like to share here at CDHK:
a reminder of how far
we have come
taking stones out of gizzard
add to reverence
© Adjei Agyei-Baah, Kumasi, Ghana
On the wild clifftops beyond the town there is a sign stating the area is a place of archaeological significance – there is evidence of aboriginal occupation dating back at least 30,000 years.
Walking out there as a storm front approaches and the wind blows in cold and clear off the Southern Ocean I am transported into a more intense relationship to the world around me. The busy work-a-day thoughts that are swirling round in my head are blown away as I take photos from the crumbling limestone cliff top. Far below the sea swirls wild and fierce. There is no one else around and I realise that one misstep and I could fall to my death out here. It is a raw, instinctual thought.
I move away from the cliff top and walk a narrow track where tangled tree roots and stones protrude from the earth. My toes catch on a root and I stumble slightly. It is an environment that demands my full attention, my full participation. The cold wind whips my hair across my face and the sea birds screech. Out there in the elements I am insignificant and yet – simply by being there – by feeling it and interacting with it – I become part of it.