The rain days begin. The sky this morning is overcast but the temperature’s mild. I sit outside, under the veranda roof, and gaze out and up. Some branches against the sky are bare and spiky. Those trees which are rich with leaves are also entwined with vines – larger, paler leaves climbing and spreading, some reaching out in mid-air for a new purchase. A mosquito buzzes. My cat jumps up and runs inside. She's not stupid! But I know it is the silent ones that carry the direst diseases, so I merely swat it away with one hand and stay in my seat. The vines, on the other hand, are killers – but they will do it slowly, sucking the life from the trees as long as there is life to suck. I like to care for people, but I realise one has been draining vitality from me. I can't wait any longer for him to develop his own sustenance. What I was to him, I decide, was an opportunity. He might have listened, he might have learned. But he made his choices and I make mine. I cut away the clinging tendrils. My blade is sharp and swift.
thin white branches
Written for dVerse Haibun Monday: Sky