"The Great Wave off Kanagawa," Hokusai, 1831;
on a dishcloth from Maruyama Fiber Industry, Japan
How slender the boats beneath the cresting
waves; how bent over the oars the people
in them must be. What they do is more
necessity than recklessness— bring in
the daily catch, plow a path through ebb
and flow; avoid the treachery of rocks
and undertow. Wave upon wave upon wave
breaks against the mountain's solemn
shape. Where do they get the courage to say
goodbye, when no one knows if evening
brings them back unscathed? I think of tiny
lantern lights in windows on the shore;
and above, dark sapphire sweep gathering
the spill and swirl of fractured light.
~ with thanks to Nini Teves Lapuz