When I arrived at the Folk Fest and finally got my tent up. I folded out my lounge chair and watched the sun set. As background music, all coming from different directions and distances, I had various camp jam sessions, the band at the contra dance, and a group of fiddlers at the outdoor concert stage playing at the same time. The music was both cacaphonous and melodic, kind of like a piece by Charles Ives.
The next morning, I sat watching the horizon again as the sun rose higher from behind me.
But the first haiku was inspired by this bird who kept attacking my window at school.
oriole perches on fence
then flies into window
red sun sinks behind mountain
owl’s silhouette glides across horizon
a thousand frogs croaking at night
I lean over the bridge silence
an airplane cuts a straight line
across the sky