I board the late night train. I agree to hold a fellow passenger’s baby while she sorts out her bags and finds the baby’s things. The woman is clearly flustered, and she sighs heavily as she searches her bag. The swaying of the train sends me off to sleep. Next thing I know, I awake to find the woman has disappeared along with her bags and bottles, and I am holding a wriggling baby who is starting to cry with hunger.
tight little fists
on cherry tree twigs …
The UHTS The “Samurai” Haibun Contest, 2017 Honourable Mention