Kanezumi

(from my window at Kanezumi Hotel in Miyazaki)



there`s something about bridges, those mighty spans
distinguished, low-slung, the color of rust
burnished orange as the sun comes up

squat stone buttresses, primeval women, stagger along
bearing up their men
their men`s ridiculous leaps across the water

the bridge beyond, mundane
dun flat concrete ferrying cars and trucks

but this bridge delights and surprises

five cars -- the bright red Nichirin express to Beppu
two cars -- a local, silver with a blue streak
three cars -- a local, silver
ten cars -- the Hyper Saloon with supersonic snout!

four cars -- bright red, yellow, green and blue
as vivid as the child`s express to Wonderland
yes, I swear I saw it, some exotic dragon
leaping across the river in a happy nightmare
arousing a three-year-old`s intense surrealist pleasure
over my jaded coffee

and in the foreground, the crows in the palms
and the pines, always the pines

photo by Yukiharu Kai

I lecture on sex
in the onsen

my students, diffident, respectful,
sweat straining to comprehend
the complexities

dense steam rises
from the surface
of the deep

each trembling bead of moisture
comprises the other
a web, a matrix

I lecture to myself
in the old
clawfoot bathtub

photos by Yukiharu Kai