雨傘とじて || Closing the Umbrella

団地からの長い長い
遊歩道でつまづいたら
くるっと回ってみせ
そのまま後ろ歩き
濡れ草の匂いの中で
軽くのせる鼻歌
道端のウインカーに
リズムを合わせて

ファインダーのぞいても
構図に入らないもどかしさ
その花も空も入れたい

落ちる雫
ぴたりぴたりと弾け
梅雨の瞬きは
散らす光
雲間に集めている
僕の視線
ひらりひらりとかわし
飛び立つ下では
あじさいのモザイクが
ぼかされてく

水たまりに映り
ふいに　遠くを見たくなったら
土手へ抜ける道へと
軒並み切れるまで
窓飾る水玉伝い
明るさが増してゆく
人気のない路地裏
世界に一人きり

後ずさりして
まだまだ視界は狭すぎて
手を下ろしたら気付いた

虹は低く
すらり絵筆を引いて
景色に溶け込む
照らす光
戻ったコントラスト
僕の心
ゆらりゆらりと揺れて
厚い厚い雲
雨宿りの羽を広げていつか

落ちる雫
ぴたりぴたりと弾け
梅雨の瞬きは
散らす光
雲間に集めている

僕の視線
ひらりひらりとかわし
飛び立つ下では
あじさいのモザイクが
ぼかされてく

danchi kara no nagai nagai
yuuhodou de tsumadzuitara
kurutto mawatte mise
sono mama ushiro aruki
nure kusa no nioi no naka de
karuku noseru hanauta
michibata no uinkaa ni
rizumu o awasete

faindaa nozoitemo
kouzu ni hairanai modokashisa
sono hana mo sora mo iretai

ochiru shizuku
pitari pitari to hajike
tsuyu no mabataki wa
chirasu hikari
kumoma ni atsumete iru
boku no shisen
hirari hirari to kawashi
tobitatsu shita de wa
ajisai no mozaiku ga
bokasareteku

mizutamari ni utsuri
fui ni tooku o mitaku nattara
dote e nukeru michi e to
nokinami kireru made
mado kazaru mizutamazutai
akarusa ga mashite yuku
hitoke no nai rojiura
sekai ni hitorikiri

atozusari shite
mada mada shikai wa semasugite
te o oroshitara kidzuita

niji wa hikuku
surari efude o hiite
keshiki ni tokekomu
terasu hikari
modotta kontorasuto
boku no kokoro
yurari yurari to yurete
atsui atsui kumo
amayadori no hane o hirogete itsuka

ochiru shizuku
pitari pitari to hajike
tsuyu no mabataki wa
chirasu hikari
kumoma ni atsumete iru

boku no shisen
hirari hirari to kawashi
tobitatsu shita de wa
ajisai no mozaiku ga
bokasareteku

When I stumble on the long, long promenade
leading from the apartments
I spin around
and, just like that, walk backwards.
With the scent of wet grass in the air
I hum lightly
matching my rhythm
to the roadside indicators.

I look into the viewfinder
but it won’t enter the frame. It’s so annoying.
I want to include that flower and the sky.

The falling droplets
suddenly bounce off.
The rain’s radiance
is scattered light
gathering between the clouds.
My gaze
lightly darts around
and beneath where I take off from
a hydrangea mosaic
is blurred.

I’m reflected in the puddle.
When I suddenly felt like looking away
I looked towards the path leading from the embankment
until the row of houses cuts off.
I follow the raindrops decorating my window
and their brightness increases.
In this abandoned back alley
I am alone.

I step back
and my field of view is still too narrow.
When I dropped my hand, that’s when I realised it.

The rainbow is low
and pulling its slender paintbrush
It melts into the landscape.
The light shines
and contrast is returned.
My heart
sways back and forth.
When will the thick, thick clouds
spread their wings, sheltering from the rain?

The falling droplets
suddenly bounce off.
The rain’s radiance
is scattered light
gathering between the clouds.

My gaze
lightly darts around
and beneath where I take off from
a hydrangea mosaic
is blurred.