September 7, 2010

In the midst of moving, packing, writing final reports, I decided to read Japanese poetry, in hopes that the diversion would be a relief from trying to figure out what to say in my LPI, how best to communicate with my Russian landlord, and swooning over a washing machine with instructions in English.

I found this, a five line tanka written by Muso Soeski:

Sometimes, while wandering

When I cannot find which road

Leads back the way I came,

The road goes anywhere,

And anywhere at all is home.

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