Monday, April 4, 2011

For Japan

You know I can't say much that hasn't been said. Devastation, death, loss, all words placed in the headlines and shown at a rapid pace. Then we forget a bit. We forgot about our Gulf, we forget about those overseas fighting, we forget famine, we forget suffering. We choose not to look at the harsh light of life; it's a struggle, biologically, socially, emotionally. Somedays less than others, but a struggle none the less. And for what? Well, I'm not sure to be honest, that's too "What's the meaning of life?" for me and I, for one, choose not to conjecture rather than to say "Lunch in 30? Dinner at 6? Tea at 8?"

Japan is famous for its cherry blossoms. They burst forth towards spring, and then they shatter in a matter of weeks. Explosive beauty, and a violent fall. But regardless of tsunami's, earthquakes, loss, death, devastation, they still bloom. For who? For everyone and no one all at the same time.

branches explode with flowers
Homes cars lives memories washed out to sea
petals scatter in the breeze
from space comes violent beautiful life silently
space is shattered whole with blossoms

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