5 is a magic number
So is 3
So is 7
I found five things on a Tokyo morning,
When I thought I had nothing.
Before dawn, outside a temple
I found the place from the scent of pine incense
I found the comb and the broken Italian chain in the little bag left on the street
From Buddha's Mercy.
I found the first wisteria had opened during the night
I found I was free of you.
Wendy Ella Wright is a poet from Sydney and Tokyo