今朝の落書き

I am waiting for the time to sprout
watering every day without fail
without anyone telling me to, simply
from waking until sleep

and from sleep until waking
though I cannot tell, surely without missing a second
without anyone telling me to, simply
I keep nurturing them until the time to sprout arrives

When heavy drops of rain fell
when a sudden gust blew
when all sorts of things came falling down
when someone trod on them
every day without fail
I watered, turned them towards the sun, tilled the soil
without letting them wither, without letting them decay
I have come this far

Tomorrow, surely, too
I will water them with the same expression as ever

Waiting for the time to sprout
hurt by so many things
troubled by each one
suffering over what passes away

Tomorrow, surely, too
without worrying what anyone thinks
while caring about everyone
I will pour hope into the seeds

As rain falls
makes its way through the soil
and the water flowing out becomes a river and reaches the sea
before circling back to the sky

I almost feel I do not know such words as having or not having

Like water
about hope that circulates through me
about kindness that circulates through you

waiting, longing for the very moment to sprout
about those small, sparkling
seeds of joy

Thank you for reading again today. A life moving forward in pure innocence, with its sense of duty, aspirations, significance and meaning set aside for a moment—I suppose I still know nothing more worthy of trust than that.