after Kotaro Takamura
You fix your eyes on someone who isn’t there,
Tilt ear to voices I cannot hear.
You flee. Ravines and cliffsides beckon,
While you stretch your arms, as if to fly.
I cry out, you turn. But I am invisible,
You step through me, embrace my shadow.
Was your suffering in this world so much,
You had to throw off its yoke,
Make your escape into your vast, transcendent
Fukushima sky? Now and again
I hear my name, from someone, somewhere
Else. Not you, not here. Anymore.