Saturdays to Grandmother's

Pines, bamboo,
bean field, bean field,
sesame.
Saturdays, I knew
the smell of sesame.

Sesame smell makes me
remember grandmother.

Past the sesame,
board the ferryboat.
White bearded ferryman with the top knot,
tall and thin as the carved guardian pole.
He rowed me over.
I climbed out at the hill.

Sesame field,
sesame, bean,
then past sesame and bean,
bamboo and pine.
In the pine grove, resin smell
made me long for her
even more.

-So Chongju