Standing
At the
Boundary
Where land
Meets sea
Wet sand harsh
Between
Your toes,
The tide is
Going out-
Now it is land,
Upon return
It will be sea-
Like you:
Sometimes a man,
Sometimes
A demon,
Always in-between.

Behind you
Shippo
Gathers shells-
Kagome's
In some weird
Get-up
She calls a
"Swimsuit"
A revealing
Gaijin thing
You want to
Look…


(Remember the
Last time you
Looked at
A woman?)

Instead
You chase
The sea,
Father's hitoe
And hakama
Billowing red
In the wind
As Miroku
Meditates
Atop a dune
Really watching
Sango,
Kimono
Hiked up
Past her
Knees,
Gather
Driftwood.

The others
Forgotten,
Their voices
Lost in the
The Taiko-drum
Crash
Of retreating
Breakers-
What a waste
Of time
This is
Stopping here:
There are
Shards to collect,
Enemies to
Kill…

Water now
To your knees,
Your waist-
Tetsusaiga
A heavy drag-
How easy
To swim
Past the
Horizon
Where nothing
Would matter:
Kikyo,
The Jewel,
Naraku,
Your mother,
Of being
Neither one
Thing or another…

"Hey!"
Kagome runs
Towards you,
Fine sea-spray
Slicks back
Her hair,
"Come see
The pretty
Shells
Shippo found!"
She grabs
Your hand,
Tugging
You back
To the land,
"I made
Ramen noodles
For lunch!"

Grumbling,
But
Oddly
Happy,
You allow
Kagome,
To lead
You back
To land-
Leaving
Ambiguity
Behind
For noodles,
Seashells,
And…
(Dare you
Admit it?)
…friends.