Having parted with the evening glow
I meet with night.
But the angrier red clouds go nowhere
and just hide in darkness.
I don’t say goodnight to the stars
for they always hide in daylight
The baby I once was yet remains
in the center of my growth rings.
No one ever, I think, vanishes.
My dead grandfather grows like wings on my shoulders.
He takes me to places outside of time
along with seeds left by dead flowers.
‘Good-bye’ is a temporary word.
There are some things that bind us together
far deeper than remembrance and memory.
If you believe that, you needn’t look for it.
Shuntaro Tanikawa
La porte était bien sûr ouverte, ils sont là, nous attendent.