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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Kyoko walks alone in the morning tide, comforted for a fleeting moment by salty air. She feels the same sand between her toes as when she was a barefoot little girl, in a time she felt safe, when the eyes of her mother protected her like a suit of armor - before the mighty wall of water, the “harbor wave”, towered over her village near Fukushima, washing her happy childhood away. Her dear mother, her security, her everything never came home that day. Many months later, her father, a local fisherman, has lost his ability to cry, laugh or tell her why. His silent eyes, cold as frost, are dead like the poisoned fish he nets every morning. In many ways, Kyoko lost both of her parents on that haunting day - forced to grow up long before the water receded, before the nuclear leak, before this new, austere existence. Night deepens the despair. She is loneliest when darkness invades. She prays for the crickets return. They no longer sing her to sleep, and the stars have faded, no longer shining through her open window. Even the grasshoppers have died… from restless sleep, night calls her to the mirror to find her mother’s dark eyes staring back at her – a curse she hopes will one day become a blessing, a hope that one day her father will look at her again... With tomorrow, her greatest burden will return. She will wake along side the broken-winged butterfly with her duties in mind. Then, she’ll wear her stoic face to the marketplace. Father says he will soon lose his fishing boat. She has heard visitors from the city say only a fool would eat the fish from nearby waters, the same fish she fries most every day. No one knows the global impact, they say. She hears foreign words like radiation, disease and mutation while she sells the shiso and wasabi root from their garden stand, feeling fear she does not fully understand but one day will. She only knows how to survive today… For Debbie Guzzi's Global Poetry Contest, 11/19/14
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