Greeting with a Smile
Ishigaki Rin
I begin to take myself apart.
With the care of boning a cooked fish
for an infant child
with the strength of plowing the earth for sowing
in the direction of a cloud, thinning, flowing in the wind
with the timeliness of a green apple
welcoming its season for ripening
with the love for old tiny forms
unraveling my late mother’s hand-knit sweater
With a smile I greet the person
who never tired of telling me what to do
after the moon became full
I begin to take myself apart.
