Amid the crowd carried along by the blowing wind,
a handful of breath offered in my palm.
In reply to Shiraishi Masako’s
The silence of the flow of breathing people, a wind blowing through the crowd
On a winter evening, people turn up their collars and hurry home. In the crowd, I suddenly stood alone as if resisting the current and looked up at the sky. There were so many people, yet I was all alone.
In the current of the crowd,
I stand alone,
a winter twilight.
Related posts
My 7 Recommended Books
Long ago there was something called the #7BookCoverChallenge, intended to help promote a culture of reading. “To participate, post a photograph of the cover of one…
Twitter Renga (collaborative linked verse)
At the after-party following a GLOCOM study session, we composed a Twitter renga, among other things. Links to the original tweets and such can be found…
Of August
After the late-August typhoon, in the autumn sky, mackerel-scale clouds seem to be falling.