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
