(Leaf 80) – Reflection
At first when I saw him – looking down from where I stood on the cliff above – I was worried he might have drowned. But then I saw his hat move as he turned his head. He was lying there fully clothed, but without his shoes, cradled in the rocks – simply letting the sea-swells rise and fall, foaming over and around him. It was a very, very hot and humid day at the height of summer. His recumbent and relaxed form certainly seemed to suggest he’d found a good place to cool off.
Wind-battered straw hat
– the old man immerses himself
in the restless sea.
Busan, South Korea.