202. Parasol 

I lay under the guarding shade of a parasol at the far end of a music festival the other day, letting my sunkissed body rest between musical adventures. It was a soothing and soulful experience and I felt truly at one with the soft breeze, the warm sun and the tickle-inducing green grass. Over the distance sound waves carried remnant morsels of songs, shedding glimpses of meaning. I wrote this haiku about the experience. 

Far off bass vibrates,

Atoms shaking all who wait,

I lie, at one, still. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

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