Haiku of Pitch #2
The Emperor’s Well
What a Pitch is required to do
Looking into the well Every reflection rests In waiting there is no haste
The time of a Pitch is in circles of water, rings of a trunk, resonances. In the beginning it is in the indefinite and central point and in that point there is a well.
Legend has it that the Emperor had conquered the entire Earth.
His were the blades of grass, his were the glaciers and the castles of the termites. Each windmill fanned its name. Children were forced to memorize his horrible poems.
The Emperor was not evil but power breeds special diseases and the Emperor’s was called discontentment.
There was a well in his garden.
No matter how much the Emperor had dropped ropes, had sent obedient soldiers to the death and daredevil explorers. The bottom of the well had never been reached. Each falling stone made no sound.
Discontentment soon became sadness, and sadness became darkness, and darkness was scary for children.
So it was that a Pitch approached the Emperor, while he slept it whispered in his ear.
The Emperor’s sleep was stirred by the light of an overflowing moon. What you possess, possesses you. The frogs sang. What you do not know, knows you. The herons answered. Trust, trust, trust. In what is unattainable. Yearned the deer. Repeated the white squirrel.
Awakening. Cherry blossoms. The little birds on the branches. Breathing. Just breathing.
The emperor became a child again. He cautiously looked out over the circle of the well. Excited. He let a tear fall. Plop! …Or Pitch! The cheerful sound of a tear of wonder on the water resounded.
Another Pitch adventure
