I think about the time for no one.
It comes out in flowers
and vanishes in rain.
It doesn’t bring any results or any causes.
It’s outside every meaning.
I think I know
the time for no one is
for Creator’s laughing.
We can only hear it
in the trembling of wisteria flowers.
We can only see it
when a frog jumps into the pond.
A child is playing in the garden.