Untitled haibun

by Iona Mandal

Tying up my shoe laces I wonder the millimeters my feet have tread and those that wait. The verdant hill broken with white trickles of daisies stands at a distance, a giant in deep slumber. The Royal Observatory atop it, a steep ascent. Here time never resigns or stops for a rest.

The sun smiles at me
The dark leaves lock happiness
Shadows ooze silence

My glasses get blurry from sweat. I wipe them. Catch a breath. One more winding bend to the end. The azure sky and the white clouds drift past almost mocking me as if to say, “To conquer time, no time to rest”. I get up determined and ready for the ascent.