It was two years ago
in the evening of typhoon day
when a little white butterfly
came into my room.

Nana was playing with it for a while
when I was thinking of my soulmate,
whose memorial day it was.

From where could it come,
and from where had it gone?
Nana was not playing anymore.

Typhoon had gone as well
while I was wondering
if the white butterfly
was a sign of a soul…

Peaceful and happy typhoon day!
(October 15, 2021)

Teruko Yamakawa (translator)