Michio Mado Poems

As I place
one apple
here
...

Every time I look at my hands
with my fingers open on my lap
I am moved
...

Dear God,
I thank you
for letting me,
a scrawny spoon,
...

The sun
The moon
The stars
...

In the evening
I look up at the sky
over the eaves
...

When it slipped from my hand
before it hit the floor
the plate broke
inside me
...

Sometimes I wonder
why it is not so.

For ages and ages, for billions of years
...