The Hikikomori Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Come with me, I know the Tsunami made you leave your room, your home, stumbling outside, the air pungent, the sky dazzling, the light hitting your pupils which are so small they nearly disappeared inside your eyes. And the panic and the heat and the chaos and you run, you run towards a forest and then collapse under some strong trees.
The water didn't subside for weeks, and you were left by yourself in that forest where you saw a flight of black-winged kites and asked them if you could join their family. Your own family had drowned or had to flee, you don't know where they are, and they don't know where you are. Poor Hikikomori, you've disappeared twice.
The Sun finds your skin and warms it with its solar winds. Caressing you, your long, uncut black hair almost changing it to dark brown in the sunlight. Come with me, Hikikomori, let us find some peaches in your neighbour's garden, they will taste like ambrosia to you.
'Let's walk down the avenue of sakura, you missed these cherry blossoms for so many years, so for so many years you were cursed to have a bad year, now they are covering their petals from you, but they know you're there, it's Summer and soon the rest of the birds will return.'
'I prefer the forest' you say.
'I can take you to the calm sea, we can say a blessing'
For 5 seconds you laugh. 'It's like reverie, there's a whole place outside, ' I say.
'But they were bad, ' you say, 'some men were bad.' And you put your hand to your chest, 'bad in here' you say, touching your heart.
Just then you showed me the smallest origami crane that can be made by hand, you'd kept it in your pocket like a talisman. 'Look, ' you say, 'My orizuru'. The tiny origami doubles itself then quadruples then again, and the crane gets bigger and bigger. 'They're my friends' you say. 'they stop the bad people.' The cranes fly around you, encircle you, and I am dizzy with awesomeness. 'I taught them in my room, they listened.' you say. Then Hikikomori, collapsed into tears, 'We deserved the Tsunami, it was a judgement because of the bad men, and I walked away from Japan, my room was as far as I could go, and my mother never understood, at first she just thought I was lazy.
Then Hikikomori, started to smile. 'I practiced with the cranes, are you ready? ' the Hikikomori, asked me. 'why, what are we doing? '
'We're flying over Japan'.
The origami cranes increased and increased in size until it was the size of human bodies. 'The bad men died in the Tsumami, we can start again now. I can start again.' the cranes picked us up and flew us past people so quickly they didn't even notice. 'I'm going to drop a crane into the Nuclear Facility, it will lessen the intensity.'
'But Hikikomori, you're just a lazy hermit, you have psychiatric problems. You can't command cranes.' I say jokingly
'I know, I'm useless, a drain on society, a shame.'
We both burst into peels of laughter.
I didn't see which direction he took after that, looking for his family, I imagine. But my giant crane landed then left again from a rice paddy and I waded to the edge of a thicket. I didn't see Hikikomori again, but i found he'd put a miniature origami crane in my pocket just in case.