Laurie Durnell, our friend of nearly 40 years, responded to “Slug-Newt Day” by sending me this lovely tanka by her son Sam. Sam is 11 years old, in the sixth grade, and has formally authorized this publication. Tankas are Japanese; think of them as long-form haiku.
I’m guessing the picture is somewhere in the Tuolumne Sierra (maybe that’s the Clark Range in the background). Laurie says that Sam’s either writing or sketching, but it’s pretty clear to me that he’s thinking.
Sapphire, sad, unfeeling
Splashing into the dusty road
No thoughts, no voice, no mind.
–Sam Toland, February 2010