Your father’s shakuhachi
you saved from his things
and brought back with you
is hard to play
I have trouble making long clear notes
and get light headed
after only a few moments
of my strongest wind
What is it like for you
to hear these raw sounds
coming from the back room
your father having put his lips
to the same groove as I
his fingers over the same holes
his breath down the
same hollow bamboo?
* * *
You wanted to know
the perfect word in English for kimagure
the kind of spring rain
when one minute it pours
and the next it stops
like tears
I suggested intermittent
but you said it sounded like a machine
and periodic felt planned
and irregular abnormal
When I came up with isochronal
you were done with me
and searched on your own
What about unsettling you said
or temperamental?
And I understood I had
been looking in the wrong dimension
In Japan where it is said
there are fifty words for rain
the clouds have moods
Jack Cooper is author of the poetry collection Across My Silence (World Audience, Inc., 2007). His poetry, flash fiction, essays, and/or mini-plays have appeared in bosque, The Briar Cliff Review, Rattle, North American Review, and many others. Recent awards include Grand Prize Winner in Crosswinds Poetry Journal’s 2016 poetry contest.