Read The Language Inside Online
Authors: Holly Thompson
watching him I think of
the day Mom, Toby and I left Kamakura
when Madoka came to say good-bye
with her mother who gave
my mother
an amulet from Hachiman Shrine
with a gold crane for long life
me
a cell-phone strap
with a dove and ginkgo leaf
and Toby
a tiny arrow
like the one Yoritomo launched at evil spirits
and a sports towel
with the character for
katsu
they waved and waved
as we pulled out of the driveway
and turned down the lane
pressing handkerchiefs to their eyes
calling
itte irrashai!
—go and return!
which is what you say
for an ordinary everyday farewell
when you send someone off
for school or work
when you expect them to go and return
and we replied, even though
we were moving for who knows how long
six months?
a year?
forever?
itte kimasu
—we’ll go and return
Dad drove us to Narita
then worked in Tokyo two more weeks
before moving to New York
and driving up to Boston
for the first surgery
some days I want him to quit the firm
find a new job in Boston
so he can commute from YiaYia’s house
and be here with us all the time
but most days I want him to work hard
stay in New York
do whatever it is he needs to do
to stay with that firm
which is our ticket out of America
and back to Japan when Mom is better
I check our beads drying
genki, chikara
health, strength
and I think
please
this town of YiaYia’s is in the woods
on a river that flows somewhere
eventually into the sea
but there’s no sea
anywhere in sight
here in YiaYia’s town
I can walk and walk
in any direction
but I never see
or smell
the sea
from our house
in Kamakura
it’s a ten-minute walk
or five-minute run to the beach
and at the eastern end of town
the beach meets a headland
and there’s a lane to take you out
around the headland
to a marina
with tall palms
and condominiums
and views of the bay
Enoshima
Izu Peninsula
Mount Fuji
I go there in winter when the air is cool
and the sun off the sea warms the wall
or in summer when the air is hot
but the breeze off the water blows cool
my mother always ran
from home to the marina
then from eastern headland
to western headland
and from western headland
back home again
she says she kept her health
all these years
running by the sea
lungs full of seaweed air
tropical breezes
cold gusts
typhoon winds
now standing here in YiaYia’s backyard
bordering other backyards
that border more houses and woods
I would love to fill my lungs
with damp seaweed air
after I left Miyagi
when I learned of Mom’s decision
to have the surgery in the States
and Dad’s decision for us
to attend school in Massachusetts
I called Shin, my close friend
from middle school
meet me at the beach
I said
I need to talk
he did
and we walked to the center
of the beach curve
where the river enters the bay
then back to the eastern headland
by the windsurfers
and when the beach ran out
we continued into the marina
all the while
not talking
the marina seawall is long and high
and you’re not supposed to climb it
or sit on it but everyone does
you have to run at the wall
and keep running when you hit the wall
to gain enough height to haul yourself up
to the top
I skinned my knee
and as we sat between people casting for fish
and I told Shin the news
we watched a trickle of blood
track down my leg
turn toward my calf
then stop
and dry