Poetry

Shokunin

Every morning Jiro wakes at 4AM

And heads to his restaurant in Ginza

His kitchen is a blank canvas

For which he paints his culinary art

Sliced sashimi bursting with sunrise colours

Dipped in the sea green of maki

Temaki rolled with precision

Splashes of nigiri inked into the easel

Completing the masterpiece

For the daily rush hour

Served with pride