Here’s a delayed haiku to start the week. I drew inspiration from a foggy day on the road, though there were no trains passing in the towns I saw the fog. Still, nothing completes New England suspense fantasy like crossing strangers on train somewhere.
The first eight syllables in the English version are what I had in my arekore notes, but I think I’m more satisfied with the Japanese version.
Fog and Sound
If you hear the train
in the fog, whistle a tune
and all will be fine
้งใฎไธญ
่ใใใ้ป่ป
่ชฟๅญใใ
๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ
Kiri no naka
Kikoeru densha
Choushi ii
๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ
If, inside this fog,
you can hear a train, a tune
makes everything fine
๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ
Dearest Reverie 