“Cree-ack” said the wind.
I have two rescue dogs (a bonded pair I call Lucy and Desi) who love to go out the kitchen door and come back in all day. Occasionally, I leave it ajar so they can go out and in on their own. If it is not wide enough, they will sit and stare, for they haven’t learned how to push. Then, to their amazement, there is a “creeack” as the wind opens it wide.
An open door policy is an invitation to flies, as my wife says.
“Cree-ack”
was the sound of the wind
as it opened the kitchen door“Whizz” go the flies
who furiously flee
the swat of the swatter
— Bashō no yōna, Spring 2024
Nature’s Sound
“Cree-ack” is a high pitched sound like chalk on a chalkboard. It startles.
Matsuo Basho was captivated by the sounds of Nature. There is the familiar sound of the wind in the trees, the joyful sound of the birds in spring, and the cuckoo that always reminded him of Kyoto (a Proustian moment). Then too there was the famous sound of the water as the frog jumped in the pond — “kerplunk.”
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