After countless miles anchoring the boat in the Sea of Amakusa
The mist moving past my window, the sun gradually sinks.
I glimpse a giant fish jumping between the waves
The light of Venus, bright as the moon, strikes the boat.
Old poem by Rai San'Yo
A fishermanskirting shorein his high-prowed skiffcrossing bamboo oarscomes up with a jolt –nets catch not fishbut the wizened fingerof a submerged branchfor belowa sunken valley persists –slick bare trunksfurred in wafting frondshave water for sky,ghost forest.Roots rot deep in the hillwhere buried rockis still dry.