|Ichiryusai Hiroshige, 1797-1858, |
Chidori over breaking waves
The willow bloomed just yesterday
in green and yellow plumes;
My father heard their Circe song
and listening, listening, walked on.
The sky opened, all bright and light,
the earth caressed his feet;
In Sendai a tsunami burst
beneath so many fathers' feet.
Such wings we need when our planes fall,
Such wings we need when our earth calls
us to attention;
Listening, listening, to fire and storm,
trying to sing our wingless songs
and make a good impression.
- Shaista, 2011
|Hiroshige, from the Tokaido series|
China, Chile, Haiti, New Zealand, Japan... We are always connected, one way or another.