Kaminagaya
Sometimes I’m soaring
Everything about my tempo is up up
up and I can’t move fast enough
I become a motion blur
nothing to define me but color or motion
or landscape but that changes
If I focus on one rock among many
between the tracks everything around
it starts to vibrate
like a sudden stop has wrenched the ground
from stillness like a pond’s
And the first then second then third and
fourth and then thousands of raindrops
millions and it shimmers as the large absorbs
the small absorbs the large
I will have returned violently
Tired of flight
I will seep back into this place
the large, small, and I
I will soon evaporate