If you want to be close
if you don't want to be distant
don't look for faults
in the other person
look for your own sin
until you see it
when you find
ask for pardon
remorse makes
the relationship intimate.

flour
grain
water
corn
barley
potatoes, etc.
are kneaded and then baked
or steamed
to make
which is not the case now
in the old days
was the solution to hunger
because it could be eaten
not all at once but
for a long time
little by little

I sometimes miss the old fence
at my junior high school
over the barbed wire,
and the old lady
who handed me bread and took my
crumpled paper money
whose face I never saw

I also think of the relationship
between bread and poetry:
poetry of bread
poetry in bread
poetry with bread
and tear-soaked bread
rubbed down with tears that won't fall
bread is the crown of poetry

The appearance of bread
that is transparent
the voice of birds
enduring
starvation and longing
forlornnessless, priceless bread
soothes
unknown poet of readers?

on the leaf
sunlight
wind
time
and leaving you are sitting there
with them.

I saw a little butterfly
It was swimming
Between the branches of a tree
Our eyes met
Across the glass window
We started a different day.

I did
what I wanted to do
for family

My wife did
what she didn't want to do
for family.

Future...sharing
Present...sharing
Past-sharing.

In aloneness
marginalized and
unable to work
whenever.