Hokusai

Anger is a bitter lock.

But you can turn it.

Hokusai aged 83

said,

Time to do my lions.

Every morning

until he died

219 days later

he made

a lion.

Wind came gusting from the northwest.

Lions swayed

and leapt

from the crests

of the pine trees

onto

the snowy road

or crashed

together

over his hut,

their white paws

mauling stars

on the way down.

I continue to draw

hoping for

a peaceful day,

said Hokusai

as they thudded past.