Peace Memorial Park
Then I crossed Aichi Bridge and entered the park,
and it seemed that I had entered a state of grace.
No, I didn’t see descending flaming emerald wings
or the Ghost’s white tongues of fire. I saw children.
I saw them under cherry blossom, evergreen
and bare branch, under sunlight and brilliant blue.
I saw mothers and fathers, grandparents: love’s attending.
Here too I moved invisible
and was deeply glad for it, that I would disturb
no thing nor any child. —As if an unseen angel
had swept my spirit into a future I’d believed lost
or lent me an afternoon’s vision that I might rejoice in
this innocence, these small bodies, these newborn souls.
how like the blossoms these children!
had I never seen spring?
From Tancho, published by
Ashland Poetry Press, 2013