Chieko Rides The Wind
Chieko's now lost her mind,
She has no words to use, she flaps her hands,
Calling the magpies and plovers to her.
The forest windbreak slopes down,
A mass of yellow pine pollen streams through the air,
The Ninety-Nine Mile Beach smokes in the bright May breeze.
Chieko's summer kimono darts in and out of the pines.
In the white sand are pine truffles,
I slowly follow after Chieko
Picking up the pine truffles.
The magpies and plovers are Chieko's friends.
For Chieko, who has given up being human,
The frighteningly clear morning air is a wonderful place to wander,
Chieko flitters and flies like a bird.