Sayonara Basho

The moon and sun are eternal travelers
Even the years travel on
A lifetime adrift on a boat
Wind blown clouds turning into dreams of wanderings
I swept the cobwebs from the corners of my room
Just in time for the new year
Spring passes
And the birds cry out
Tears in the eyes of fishes
Straightening the spines of prose
I dust off all their shells
When would I see them again?
As the springtime mists begin to rise from the fields
I left my house in the hands of another
And left a verse at my door:
Spring passes
And the birds cry out
Tears in the eyes of fishes