Long Day

Written for:  Carpe Diem – On The Trail With Basho Encore 3, washing my feet
This haiku has Zen in it, it has humor and it has a season word ‘the short night’. Basho was very tired while he crafted this one, he didn’t even have the strength to wash his feet and take off his clothes. While washing his feet he falls asleep and misses the shortest night of the year, the summer solstice. In that part is the Zen. Missing the shortest night because you’re too tired, it feels like emptiness and also brings enlightenment.

washing my feet
I fall asleep for the short night
with my clothes on

© Basho

sprinkles of rain
touch my cheek on long day’s nap
Day ends, night falls

© Sara McNulty


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Long Day

  1. Candy says:

    nice description of the end of a day


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