Shadowed

shadowed graveyard
stones of strangers
a foreign language

after the rain
old man on a bicycle
pedals by

I sit writing
by the shrine—perplex
the neighbors

I traveled
my whole life, just to enjoy
this

twisted leafless trees—
this slick moss
almost trips me up

politics blares
from the passing van,
clumps of narcissus

Photographs by Isabel Winson-Sagan

Tree Mushrooms–Photographs by Isabel Winson-Sagan & Ikisan Station Questions–Poem by Miriam Sagan

Ikisan Station Questions

What is the name of the 3-headed Buddha?

How many calories are in the hot sweet milk tea bottle from the vending machine?

Is the vending machine a shrine?

How can you and I be so different?

Does the old lady across the way like me?

Why does the man I love love trains?

Does pebble equal mountain?

Was I here before and if so, why am I still lost?

What is the physics of the ancestors?

Is the boulder faceless?

Who owns these clouds?