from the scarecrow’s sleeves
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
sleepwalker’s nightly path
no one knows where you go
I am reminded of my son’s odd sleepwalking habits. He seemed to have a path that he always followed (it always ended on the stairs). It got longer as he got older; The neighbors would often find him asleep on their stairs.
The Carpe Diem prompt is to write a Tan Renga using Basho’s fine haiku.