Tomorrow comes the first day of the year,
Sakyamuni and I.
　

Shutting down the sliding shojis(NB),
I fill the room with isolation.
　

Did my mother give birth to me,
wishing me to  sprinkle salt in a pickle barrel?
　

Two of them, huddling together, are
talking about a fox that bewitches persons.

N.B.: Shoji
a Japanese sliding paper door with translucent
white paper pasted on to a lattice frame.