my parents leave
a silent house behind ...
memories rattle
silent night ...
the dripping tap softly
shatters my peace
temple steps ...
searching for slippers
lost in the pile
flight overseas ...
22c opens his lunchbox
and takes me back home
train ride ...
the moon at the window
my only constant
overcast sky ...
i watch the bus leave
with my umbrella
ebb and flow...
in my footprints
the sea
afternoon heat
       the cuckoo’s silence
as piercing as his call