hearing big wanderlust wheels whine on the road from there to nowhere. temptations rise for empty barren desert roads to a land far away. load my bag my cooler and weed for all I will need. sleep under stars in sagebrush and coyotes where rain never falls.
Month: March 2021
The Awakening of Russell Henderson
This week’s installment of Russell and Hannas’ adventures. Read the whole book by going to http://www.amazon.com/author/edwardlehner
After the hike, I continued to the west end of Lake McDonald and found Apgar Visitor Center, Village, and Campground. I checked in, found my camping spot and walked around the Village and down by the Lake. Several times I thought I saw Hanna, but it was never her.
It was getting late, and not having eaten since breakfast, I went into a village restaurant for dinner. The hostess showed me to a table for two and gave me a menu. A young well trimmed waiter asked about drinks. I ordered a Margarita and water and looked at the menu, deciding on a house special ribeye steak with fries and salad. The restaurant started to fill quickly after I had been seated and there was now a line outside. The hostess came by and asked if I would mind if another single customer joined me. I considered for a moment and agreed, not really wanting company. The hostess returned followed by a tall slender, extremely attractive woman who looked to be a little older than me, maybe mid-thirties. She had bobbed blond hair, turquoise blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She had an air of elegance about her, albeit, dressed in typical Glacier Park apparel of hiking boots, shorts and tee shirt with a large turquoises stone amulet at her throat that matched her eyes.
She gave me a killer smile, “Thank you so much for sharing. I’m Cassandra, but everyone calls me Cassy.”
I love to observe people and make up stories about them. When we were at this restaurant in Mexico, this couple was sitting at a table in front of me. I could see this woman, her husband or partner’s back was to me. This poem describes what I observed and conjured up. Since I am off my Haiku kick, this will hve to suffice for a while.
she sat alone across from a husband she didn’t know lost in his aging unflinching abstract life. she twiddled her hair yawned bored stifled another twiddled her hair looked out the window into the dark night hiding the tide rolling in on schedule. her mouth moved as she tried to talk but there were no more words to express her loneliness. she caught my eye with a smile of longing for some interest and understanding. i returned her smile with mine and left into the night not wanting to enter her disquietude.
Made it to 100 Haikus in 100 days. Trying to decide if I should continue. In some ways it’s a good place to end this now, but my heart says to keep it going. I’ll sleep on it.
Riffles in time and space leave us lost and confused. Answers are but illusions.