Kanazawa
Colored ducks flush stones
down their gullets for pleasure.
I can’t stand world news.
November 22
Kanazawa is Japan’s Seattle. They have a saying: “You can forget your bento, but you can’t forget your umbrella.” I only spent 48 hours in this village by the sea, wandering castle grounds and looking out on the sea hills of Ishikawa. It was so gratifying to stand on the summit on Kanazawa Castle in a radiant light. I had finally done it. Feet in the dirt on the far flung corner of Honshu. I was laden like an anchor with the news of Donald Trump’s victory. The civil rights eruption. Slurping hot noodles down my gullet. I wrote this haiku in a ramen restaurant.
what we are stepping into 