INVISIBLE CONNECTIONS IV THE BIRTH OF THE WIND Poem by Masayo Koike

INVISIBLE CONNECTIONS IV THE BIRTH OF THE WIND



From one side to the other
Just like a piece of cloth completely caught by the wind
I want to go on living
I am a cloth but
Like a person who sees me
Sees the wind and forgets the cloth
I become the wind
Then in a valley where the wind stopped
Suddenly I become once again a rag
Caught in the branch of the tree, above me
A new wind blows from afar
In a shape no one recognizes
The rag addresses the wind
‘I'm looking at you from here'
With a newborn baby's coldest cry
At that very time
The wind was born
Now, crossing a suspension bridge
Now, competing with the water on the river
Blowing through valleys
I am the wind
The pain of separation from cloth
My first memory of emotion
The pain of cloth dispatching the wind
Is the oldest sensation that I have experienced
The rag will rot away at the bottom of a deep valley
And the wind
With no memories no homeland no relatives
Because of its isolation is in a state of transparency
Overtaking isolation
The wind once more continues to blow

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