stone buddhas

That archaic smile!
I bet you`d smile too after centuries
gazing out from the cliffs
photo by Yukiharu Kai
The months and days are the travellers of eternity. The years that come and go are also voyagers. Those who float away their lives on ships or who grow old leading horses are forever journeying, and their homes are wherever their travels take them. --Basho, tr. D. Keene


(from my window at Kanezumi Hotel in Miyazaki)
there`s something about bridges, those mighty spans
distinguished, low-slung, the color of rust
burnished orange as the sun comes up
squat stone buttresses, primeval women, stagger along
bearing up their men
their men`s ridiculous leaps across the water
the bridge beyond, mundane
dun flat concrete ferrying cars and trucks
but this bridge delights and surprises
five cars -- the bright red Nichirin express to Beppu
two cars -- a local, silver with a blue streak
three cars -- a local, silver
ten cars -- the Hyper Saloon with supersonic snout!
four cars -- bright red, yellow, green and blue
as vivid as the child`s express to Wonderland
yes, I swear I saw it, some exotic dragon
leaping across the river in a happy nightmare
arousing a three-year-old`s intense surrealist pleasure
over my jaded coffee
and in the foreground, the crows in the palms
and the pines, always the pines


photos by Yukiharu Kai