Mona Bedi

Sabbatical

In my hometown, Delhi, I have stopped venturing out onto the road for a walk due the snarling traffic and dirt everywhere. On a mountain vacation I seize the opportunity to go for a stroll on the winding paths. Unknowingly the slow wander becomes a hike as I set out to the nearest hilltop. 

cloud drift
dreaming of a land
beyond

The winding terrain is covered with moss. A green soft blanket that seems to spread endlessly. Wild, white mushrooms grow out of the ground, giving it a pop of color. The whispering breeze, the flowing streams, and the rustling leaves speak a language of solitude. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders. A slight chill starts to envelope me. I pull together my light blue drape. Far away the alpenglow casts a warm, golden hue over the snow-capped peaks. Dusk starts to settle in and, feeling at peace, I decide to go back to the quaint cottage we have rented for the week.

first dawn 
the earthen pitcher 
full of gold

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About the Author

Mona Bedi is a medical doctor in Delhi, India. She has published two books of poetry, they you and me and dancing moonlight, and her haiku and senryu have been published in Failed Haiku, Haiku in Action, The Haiku Dialogue, cold moon journal, tsuri-doro, and many others. She lives with her husband, two children, and a dog.

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