An Old Japanese Print

I want to walk into

An old Japanese print

(wearing a grey silk kimono

With large white flowers)

Under eternal cherry blossoms, pink.

Perhaps you and I would meet

Centuries ago in an Edo teahouse.

I would smile demurely at you

Over my emerald drink out of

A black ceramic cup.

Or, if you refuse to meet,

I would walk to a temple

Even though the sky

Is raining snow, and pray

For you to wax like

The fortnightly moon's glow.

Now, think, how intriguing it is

That you and I would exist

Together, blend on woodblocks

With watercolours and ink.