Friday haiku 129

We are not small
And the universe vast
Just the opposite

Linden flowers

In spring, my mother
would send us to the park
to pick linden flowers for tea.

Today, sitting in the shade,
I thought I heard her calling,
but it was only a breeze.

“There’s no time,” she said,
“Any moment now will be
the too-late moment.”

“Can’t we tell
ahead of time?” I said.

“Don’t be an idiot,” she said

“Well,” I said, “that certainly
narrows down the possibilities,
with idiot ruled out.”

“Now you’re just being a jerk.”

“What, that’s not allowed either?”

The winter has fled
To the hollows of the fields
Biding its sweet time

Here come the clouds
Like ragged clockwork
Busting with trouble