Spring eve lane-way breeze –
Roaring past a child’s room’s vent ~
Must be Totoro.
My Young Gods, asleep –
Protecting the world, ‘neath curls ~
Comets pass us by.
While rocking the wok –
Children sing and dance ~ the song:
‘An Poc ar Buile’!
Two Young Gods: six, three –
Surprise gifts ~ bursting with glee –
Planting a new tree.
Two small frogs, playing
with their buckets, pots and jugs ~
The Sound of Water.
[after Bashō; for my Kaulquappen]