July 5, 2003

枇杷の実

葉陰の
枇杷の実
熟れていく
誰が植えたか
知らぬ間に
落ちるまでたわわ
風が吹き
雲は切れ
底なしの空
滴る雫も
枇杷の色
私に分けて
小さいのを一つ
雨が育てた
ほのかな甘み
つるりと口にいれて
噛みしだいてみたい
どうしても
届かない
いつもいつも
見上げていた
遠く高く遙かに
あの頃も
今も
未来にも

Biwa

Hidden in leaves
Are the fruits of
Biwa
Who planted the seeds?
They grow known to none
Until the fruits fall
For their own weight
The wind blows
Clouds are scattered
In the bottomless sky
The dripping fruits
Have a bright skin color
Let me share
Just a small one
The subtle sweetness
The rain fostered
How I wish to mouth
And bite it!
It's beyond my reach
I've been looking up
Always
Far and high
Since long time ago
Still now
And in the future as ever