Summer Senryu

Cicadas' songs in still heat evoke the ghosts of childhood Bring to birth nostalgic thoughts times far removed A simpler life child's eye view all mysteries accepted Each day a calm perfection Which grew into itself, then vanished into its nightfall The self I then was wandered, stumbling towards adulthood And even now still haunts me when cicadas sing and children laugh Somewhere in the hazy heat Somewhere in the white distance