Drops from Keido Fukushima’s “Leaves”

wind and sea—
the leaves we leave
for other generations

little by little—
the leaves line up
to be lifted by the wind

pure sky—
awakened to sound
of single leaf

trees and skies—
the generations grow
from leaf to leaf

running in the wind—
searching for “self”
in the veins of time

water and life—
a drop in the moon’s
midnight reflection

moon and sea—
the life force of Earth’s
wandering expression

step-by-step
across the plots
of fertile Earth

circumnavigating
this pent up globe—
from the smallest insect
to the greatest roots
that burrow in Earth