Poet of today in Kyoto, Japan
Koichi
Yakushigawa
Waiting
for the Rainbow
Rain falls upon
the ruin,
the
our fathers’
efforts
to build up the
tower,
speaking the same
language,
was broken down,
into pieces with
the language.
Where is gone our
language?
Where is the day
when we spoke one
language?
Let us gather up
the pieces of the language
to regain our
Mother language.
Today rain is
falling
upon the Zero
Zone,
upon the desert,
upon the northern
mountains.
Jihad! What an old
nostalgic word to us!
How often we heard
and spoke the word
during the war!
Today rain is
falling
upon us all in the
world.
We are waiting for
seeing the rainbow
again
as they were on
the ark.
Stepping
up
This
is an old step of marble.
A
little higher step is
A
little heavier burden to me,
In
stepping up as well as down.
In stepping up I find myself
Never
keeping face up,
Just
keeping my breath regular
Keeping
my steps stable.
My
brain is full of stepping up.
I am
most earnest at it.
Stepping
up fills up myself,
And
I lose where to step up.
These
old steps are endless,
I am
stepping up silent.
A
Song of Stone Buddha
Rather than a ticking watch
sandglass is preferable to
me
where time is never ticked
out
where time whispers
falling.
Wind bearing time away
river washing time out
time’s edge flashing in air
make my eyes closed.
The blue sky spreading in
myself
I ask the air in vain
the days I was a stone
Buddha
I am a stone Buddha
collapsing
I am sand in sandglass
falling
All’s becoming the blue
sky.