Akiko Suwanai

Bent like freed grass in the tuft of nuptials
Sacred like a bow of animal skin abrasion
Won under the harsh duress of ten weeks in the desert
Scored with suitcase songs and modish refusal
Too tempered to take the downpour as a heavenly sign
But you are surrounded by signs of God’s secret journey
Here in God’s moment with Her sacred bulbs of fair tunes
Like a passenger of unequal triumph and neglected
Frowning pedestals of high tone measures and notations
You douse your pearl oyster like a sudden hiding prairie