朝の土から拾ふfrom the morning earth i pick it up

朝の湿った土から、何かを拾い上げる。落ちた実か、野菜か、句は言わない。拾うものの名を省いたぶん、朝の土の冷たさと手ざわりだけが残る。地面から一日が始まる暮らし。From the damp morning earth he picks something up — a fallen fruit, a vegetable; the poem does not say. Leaving off the name of what he picks, only the cold and the feel of the morning earth remain. A life in which the day begins from the ground.