Talking Like A Child
Chieko says there's no sky in Tokyo,
I want to see the real sky, she says.
Surprised, I look up at the sky.
Among the cherry tree leaves
Is the kind of clear sky
I remember from my childhood.
The leaden horizon tinged
By the moist pink of morning.
Chieko looks far off -
Every day there's a blue sky
High above Mount Atatara,
That's what I call the real sky, she says.
She's like a child when she talks about the sky.