梳き鋏の音軽やかに島の午後床屋の時計は全て反転
the sounds of scissors
faintly echoing
through the island afternoon
all the barber-shop clocks
are back to front
透明な涙を集める川のように生命線に朝の日がさす
like a river
collecting transparent tears
the rays
of the morning sun
shine on my palm’s lifeline
銀色の滴(しずく)繋げて飼い慣らす我が指先のちいさな魔法
linking together
the silvery drops,
I tame them
with the
little magic
I have at my fingertips
入浴剤を溶かす浴槽いろ褪せたラバーダックが斜めに泳ぐ
the faded rubber ducky
swims sideways
in the tub
where I dissolve
the bath-cleanser
