Japan Poems

part of: Poetry

by Carrie Radna


I sit a short distance behind the rice fields

waiting for the rain.

Waiting for him to come:

A fisherman,

wiser than most men

with the soul of a samurai

I know of his essence

as the wind blows the reeds gently

but only in a dream.

Although my heart is quiet and full

love tethers me to the earth

as my eyes and brain dance and sing

I smell the rain forming in the wind.