The Night Before – Haibun – October 21, 2015

Here in Padua, the traffic is like a distant rumbling river filling the night, a train passes close by, sounding like thunder with its ta-tum ta-tum crashing sound that shakes the house. Sitting in this night shrouded garden I enjoy a moment’s respite from the heady tension inside the house preparatory for my son’s discussion of his thesis tomorrow. The moon is half-grown, a night-bird sings out. I’d never heard this bird before – how odd that I should hear it now. From the house the raucous laughter of the vigil seeps through the closed-door, smiling, I leave this quiet moment re-entering the light filled room.

life’s passages
baby, youth then a man
a night bird’s song

© G.s.k. ‘15

I wrote this haibun last night. My son, Francesco was on pins and needles awaiting the important moment which is to mark the second phase of his college career, presenting his thesis for his Master of Arts Degree in History.  He had already obtained his Bachelor’s Degree Cum Laude.  Today at 12:00 I’m proud to say, obtained his Master of Arts Degree in History, again with honours.

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