Day 47 – drizzle

Sunday, October 17, 2010
Day 47
9:25 pm


my father rarely cried, I’d like to
think rarely, anyway, as I’m sure
it was more than once, although
I can only remember once

we were on a bus taking a group
of people to Manzanar and there
he was, in the middle of talking
about his mother’s sacrifices

right there he got misty, all over
his cheeks, misty like bits of
steam that turned in to sweat but
only on the middle of his face

more than a weekend of constant
sprinkles or yesterday’s memorial
held by an old friend for his father
to a home full of weeping guests

the drizzle reminds me of that bus
ride, softens me more than days
of thunder and lightning, like your
cheeks, tender under light rain



About traciakemi

traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11. Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series. View all posts by traciakemi

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