Kafka on the Shore

I walk

the sandstorm


I walk onto the sidewalk

the sandstorm swirls sand as

it slides onto the sidewalk

I change direction

the sandstorm

does the same

All across my

walking route,

the sandstorm keeps dancing

like death’s daggers

I turn around




I r u n

I c a n ’ t l e t

f a t e t u r n

o n t o m e

Yet, sand has

hit my eyes

and my body

I walk home.

Not who I was before.

Something has changed.

— Billy Wikol