Mother’s glowing smile
My brother is so funny
Off duty today

In bed until nine
Sleeping until I wake up
Thank you soft pillow

Golden silent air
Pressing humid heat of day
Graceful finch flutters

Starting a journey
Home in the rearview mirror
Peaches in a bag

Tucked in a truck bed
Hear the highway harmony
Western sky of stars

Five different birds
Near and far distinctive calls
Oh there goes the train

I was drawn to Ruth Yarrow’s haiku that starts with “dome of stars”
It parks my curiosity. Wh0 is in the tent? What are they doing? The light. Is it a candle? A flashlight or lantern? In this haiku I notice the connection of light in the beginning–the stars so far away and the light at the end–within. Reading this haiku I experience warmth and protection, from light and a haven from all outside, in the tent. Thank you, Ruth.