Tuesday Poem


I tilt
bucket-shaped water and
toss it out all at once:
for a moment it floats in the air in the shape of a rhombus
smashes against concrete
flattens screaming
extends feelers as if begging for help
struggles a little
then silently expires

by Heiichi Sugiyama
from: Konomagakure
Publisher: Shujitsukanbo, Nagano, 1987
© Translation: 2011, Takako Lento