Kendall Lott

Desolate

On her nightstand in the mental health facility, her glasses rest atop a poem, “On Children,” by Kahlil Gibran. Next to that is a page from a diary. It begins, “I had three pregnancies. I don’t know what happened. Did I do something wrong? I was so young. So long ago. Now, here I am in this place, not one arrow launched to grace the sky. . .” 

dry buckets 
on a shoulder yoke
unquenchable thirst 

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About the Author

Kendall Lott has enjoyed writing haiku and haibun since age 77. His poems have appeared in Frogpond, Modern Haiku, contemporary haibun online, Drifting Sands, The Heron’s Nest, Under the Basho, Wales Haiku Journal, and others. For him, poetry-writing and retirement are terrific companions.