At Lake Matsubara, Shinshu
by Preeth Ganapathy
The lake shimmers turquoise.
The pine and cedar breeze
is a calm, velvet blanket.
The hills are stoic, the trees meditate.
Clad in a straw raincoat and kasa,
the angler waits at the banks of stillness,
his tenkara fishing pole cast deep
into the soft waters of the morning.
And while he waits, he reflects
on the lapwing’s song,
the flight of the heron,
and the gentle ripples of the present