John Zheng
A Perfect Circle
At sunrise, I unfolded the map on the camp table to mark the road to the Blue Ridge Parkway. As the marker winded along, I spotted Mingo Falls! Only a few miles away. How did I miss that?
view at an over-
look—a passion flower
in full blossom
for itself
for an overlook
I packed up and headed to the falls. The rugged trail meandered up along the creek. As I stepped onto the small wooden bridge, the sun, like a naughty boy, sprinkled light-droplets on me.
quiet dawn
a bird’s loud call
here and there
sunbeams
through woods
In summer 2018, on my way to Sapphire, North Carolina, I revisited Mingo Falls. The sun hid from rain, and the wooden bridge was no longer there.
dark night
a shooting star
flashes out
a sound sleep
without dream
About the Author
John Zheng has authored Enforced Rustication in the Chinese Cultural Revolution and published haibun and tanka prose in cho, Haibun Today, Southern Quarterly and Spillway.