watching the ducks
It's a late duck season this year, and likely global warming is the culprit. Chase and I hiked the more open trails around the hamlet of Malone a few days ago, as it is also bow hunting season for deer, and we didn't want to risk aggravating a camouflaged hunter hiding in his blind.
Shotgun blasts punctuated our walk, and Chase and I accidentally flushed a honking flock of Canada geese off the Upper Moira River.
The shotgun blasts and the flocks of high flying migratory birds remind me annually of the choice I made over 40 years ago to avoid the Vietnam War. My mother will be 89 at the start of January, 2012, and I haven't seen her in over a decade. With 9/11 paranoia at the U.S. border, likely I'll never see my mother alive again, and I'll have to reserve honouring her death until I bury her with her parents in St. John's Anglican Church in Ancaster, Ontario.
"Prize", The International Haiku Contest booklet, 1987, commemorating the 40th anniversary of the Modern Haiku Association, Tokyo, Japan
Crossing Lines: Poets Who Came to Canada in the Vietnam War Era, Allan Briesmaster and Michael Berzensky, editors, Seraphim Editions, 2008
ZenRiver: poems & haibun, Hidden Brook Press, 2008
Building Sanctuary: The Movement to Support Vietnam War Resisters in Canada, 1965 - 73, Jessica Squires, UBC Press, 2013