Pamela Garry
Apparitions
To the old-timers, her Saab appeared incongruous on the dirt road by her one-room cabin in the woods. As she and her corazón were driving home, a towering moose appeared stock-still in the riddle of their way. They got out of her car with no intention other than to be there. The massive and majestic bull moose tilted his full rack back and vanished. They stood almost stock-still, searching in all manner of ways. They sensed not a snapped twig, nor newly pressed undergrowth, no unusual vibrations, nor heavy-weighted tracks. There was nothing there bar their wild heartbeats.
words on
birch bark and papyrus pith
from the past
we pick and choose narratives
to see us through the thicket
About the Author
Pamela Garry fell into haiku during the pandemic. She especially enjoys the inspiration and camaraderie of The Haiku Foundation website. She is tethered by her family and friends, tai chi practice and walking, her synagogue, daily routines and surprises.