Packing for NYC

April 6th

It is still before 6 o'clock.
I woke up.
I pulled PJ in search of the comfortable body position to sleep.

Refusing to move, my body is getting closer to total immobility.
The illness creeps on, everyday it afflicts.
I want to sleep on my right side.
If I had handrails, I could use my hands to lift my body.

The new bed will be delivered on 14th.
This time it will be a single bed.
With no relevance, I am single,

12:15
Naoko ma came
With Tenpura Rice Bowl.
Itadakimasu.

12:30
Ms. Grasshopper
Mari came to discuss
The arrangement for tomorrow and after.

Wheelchair is a challenge as expected.
I can't take a cab.
We looked for a minivan from Japan.
The elevator is out of order in the NY subway.
It's not reliable.
Japan is impressive.

Manhattan
I will be leaving for
First time in 10 years
I'm sure it has changed.

I will visit my old office in NY.
I will see my ex-husband again.
It's strange.
We separated but
Our hearts have been together.

I have difficulty in breathing sometime.
I don't have much time left.
The fate brought us together ...
And the fate must separate us.
The day will come.
You and me alone.

Packing for the trip,
The minimum clothes and personal items.
I don't need much.
Mari coordinated clothes for me.
Thank you.

Tomorrow we get together here at 10:30
Naoko Camerawoman
Ms. Grasshopper
Mari
Thanks in advance.

I'm taking off from blogging for a while.
I'll be back on 13th.

See you again, here.

poem by Maria Franki

edited and translated by J. Ujiie

©2011