Two from Michio Mado (trans. Takako Lento), via Poetry International:

I Wonder Why 
Sometimes I wonder
why it is not so. 
For ages and ages, for billions of years
we have been living in the sunlight
that is so clear
We have been breathing air
that is so clear
We have been drinking water
that is so clear 
Why then
haven’t we and
what we do come
to some clarity?


Why all the Time 
The sun
The moon
The stars 
The rain
The wind
The rainbow
The echoes in the mountains 
Why are
Only the oldest
Always the newest?

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