A day when it stopped raining quietly
I stand up in the sauna　
Sit down, arms crossed
White smoke billows up　　

Putting aside a wet hand towel　
I look around with a wandering glance　
And pulls his head back into the bathtub
The red face though he doesn’t drink　
　　
Small, round, beautiful　
I look at the beautiful bubbles　
I vaguely remember　
The open-air bath with shimmering willows　　

A boy bathes without a word
Soaking in the bath with his father
His son’s hair glistened wetly
And a smile on his face

Photo from 『Gujo June 27, 2018』