Victoria Saibara

A good day for a kind poem
From the gentler under-soul
Of the easily exhausted world.

Do you recall the day you had tea
In Oak Bay, green tea
After a tired morning, listening

To seigaku, accepting mercy
When your family took pity
And walked through the shops

While you sat, heavy and weary
In the tea shop, barely noticing
The details of the swirl?

Is there anything more lovely
And haunting than a voice
Singing in an unknown tongue?

That's all. The moments
Are traditionalists
From the most alien culture

Of the actual world. You may
Feel their gorgeous distance
Through the smallest rooms inside you.