Chapter Two

Leaving One Country for Another

Afternoon sun

when the airplane rises

high over the Pacific

I'm folding myself

into paper gliders

kind of


not enough oxygen

one immediately wishes

for the quotable mask


above a bare buoy

short long red

the land the waters' mingled luminosity

Narita my eye becomes a slit in snow light

custom's check none identifies the tears

near ice near nothing airport's first plum blossoms

Proceed to Sunday January 11 , 1998.