This is so gentle and touching. Only those with kindness in their hearts have room in their lives to notice the suffering of others. That's what I get from this pause to notice the almost imperceptible advance of mist or smoke. It's enough to invoke what is already on your mind and there is the empathy I feel when I read this. You find the perfect form because of your understanding of forms. So much work has gone into this perfect piece, the study of what a haibun is, the use of language, what poetry is and how to convey thoughts poetically. You have natural ability, of course, but kudos for all the work, a lifetime's worth really, that lead you to this level, Ange.
Poe remains one of those legendary writers I've never read. A couple of years ago, I bought a collection of his books from Amerikahaus in my home city of Nuremburg, when the American library and cultural house were getting rid of their older books. But, like most of us, I've heard and read about Poe all over the map. I guess what still keeps me from reading his works is my own fear of pain and horror!
An excellent topic and brilliant prose.
Given my declining health, my doctor had warned ne(me) not to travel, and I couldn't have wandered into the polling places on my own.