もらうてもどる水がこぼれるすずしくもthe water i begged and carry back spills — how cool

水を分けてもらい、抱えて帰る。歩くたびに揺れてこぼれ、そのしずくが素肌に涼しい。乏しい暮らしのまんなかにある小さな快さを、こぼれてゆく水の側から書きとめている。夏の朝の一杯の水が、すこしおいしくなる句。He is given some water and carries it home in his arms. With each step it sways and spills, and those drops are cool against his bare skin. He records a small pleasure at the heart of a meager life, from the side of the spilling water. A poem that makes a morning cup of water taste a little better.