in a kobe suburb
soft the breeze is cool the horizon lavender just before sunrise and I see the old man his bamboo broom sweep smooth the playground sand long lithe motions slow arcs parallel lines of sand-white waves that lap and overlap once again he sways to his own time circles round half-submerged islands blue-flaked dolphin geodome climber pink whale a child’s own zen garden he is seen the old man seen only to vanish at first ray as though never to be the one who reveals the secret to children who know the magic of order and grace but have yet to learn what a secret is - Alan Girling |