I met Taro Aizu on Facebook. He is a haiku poet of five years. His home is Fukushima. Although he has cousins there, he has moved. I read his story: My Hometown, Fukushima. This story was done in the Japanese story/poem tradition of haibun, yet the poem itself looks like a tanka. He spoke of the tradition of Obon. He spoke of his hesitation to return due to the Cesium, invisible, everywhere. He forgot his dosimeter during his visit. Because he writes so beautifully and because it is the heartbreak of Fukushima … I was there within his story.
fukushima blanket of cesium – taro returns for obon
Photo Credit Taro Aizu “My Hometown, Fukushima”