Japan: A few haiku and photos
Traditional Bedding
Pebbles of buckwheat
are my crunchy, hard pillow.
Better as noodles!
Okonomiyaki
Benito flakes wave,
“hi! I will be delicious.”
Hai, my pancake. Hai.
Rice balls stuffed and grilled.
Chicken wings smashed. Stew bubbling.
“Japanese soul food.”
For a good harvest
we pull out ancient floats. Rain?
Time to drink sake!
Shinto priest. Salt. Sand.
Muscles hidden under flesh.
No wings, but they fly!
Geisha
Lacquered black hair holds
ornaments.
Perched like a bird
before her first flight.
An abacus adds
small plates of tasty morsels
to our neighbors’ bill
Drums pound. Clacking jaws.
Lions stomping at the door.
She stands fearless. Flinch!
Daruma must stare,
his eyelids gone. Meditate!
Don’t sleepwalk through life.
Sacred waterfall.
Leaves scatter, warmed by the sun.
A marriage begins
