Thursday, May 17, 2012


By Elizabeth Schultz

After earthquake, tsunami,
radiation scare, it was like 
old times in Idaho, me
hanging outside the bar 
in the dark with the guys, 
cigarettes our only light, 
flitting like fireflies. 
Speaking Japanese now, 
I could talk with them about 
traveling less, staying home 
more with the kids, and together
we watched the stars overhead, 
listening for their stories, 
me thinking how my Ohio 
grandparents on the farm 
explained God gave us night 
to tell us it was bedtime, and
the sun to tell us it was time 
to wake up, and I remembered,
and went back to dig 
in the savage earth.

Published with permission. 
Poem from Elizabeth's recently published Anthology "Coming from Japan"