by Nelson Hayashida
My mother, born 89 years ago in Tokyo, Japan, is now severely impaired with vascular dementia.
This one, this immigrant woman, now stares into my eyes - is she searching for a recollection of who I am? Or of who she is?
And what is this that just came fluttering across her face and behind my head? Giving her a scare, then amazement, she smiles.
No name of the flying creature needed, no reason for anything needed, except naked amazement, fleeting joy, beingness.