The landscape calls

詩「The landscape calls」


"It sways, it sways, the golden grasses."
"That singing voice is who are you chasing?"

Your voice, which used to be cute, now runs while stroking my mane.
The hill where your family walks, it's my chest.
The scenery of the houses where everyone is sleeping quietly, that is the promise I left.
And the trace of shedding milk.

As instructed by you long ago, I'm still exhaling, without borrowing anyone's body.
Black breath.

(2022年6月沖縄詩人アンソロジー「潮境　第2号」にて発表)