linked haibun II

in response to linked haibun I, over at Sharon's site.

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In my first memory I'm walking down stairs. The dim geography of the house where I was born. I had a room at the top of the stairs. The stairs had a corner halfway up. A window there. From the bottom it looked as if the stairs climbed to the window, but my room was past even that. I think I was lonely. The floors were hardwood and I remember them very cold. Downstairs a hallway, my parent's room and my baby sister's. There must be more but I don't remember. A front room with a heavy furniture, an oriental rug with patterns I make into vines or frogs or flowers.

In my first memory I am walking down the stairs. The middle of the night; blue moonlight. The dog, her toenails clicking. Usually I climb in with my parents. I don't. I had a dream that I went downstairs, into the front room. So, I go downstairs, into the front room. It is the same, but more so. The room itself is dreaming.

moonlight
the garden rug
blossoms