Where are all my strongest brothers ?
The ones I was making pancakes for
so that they would be very steady
even if there would be an earthquake
feet steadily on the ground
stomachs full of pancakes
(good as weight, no need to use sandbags).
Where are all my strongest brothers?
The ones who were standing as breakwaters
hair whirling in the wind
unknowingly
my brothers
so strong they were
so much I had fed them with pancakes.
The same brothers
same mentrees
who I always think during the tornados
whose love is my momentary ground
when the real one is disappeared
from beneath.
The same brothers
who I cherish in my heart
whose love is my treasure
my irreplaceable treasure
there they stand again
as mentrees
and again they notice nothing.
When this tornado is past
I quietly collect my hand luggage
and sneak to the pancakepan
and set the table with sugar and jam.
And I feed them with pancakes
so that they would stay as my
strong brothers.
