心の指紋 / imprint
I went back to Japan after seven years
of absence, from north to south I
traveled the country through the lens:
images distorted, images real, only
the imprints remain today.
I remembered faces I had forgotten,
saw places I had missed.
The stone still stands erect and lines
of people’s hands are still deeper yet.
The faceless, the faithless...I melted
into the swelling crowd. Alone in the
crowd.
The visible frontier separated some
while the visible thread bonded others.
Years ago and years ahead perhaps, this
Japan travels inside me like a long
bamboo path...