Between the clouds
A patch of blue
A million million flashes of silver
Raining down
In puddles and streams and rivers
Into the bay… the water shines
Iwashi, Iwashi, City of Sardines
The cats come down
Down from the mountains
They line the shore and wait patiently
With lanterns and nets
The people gather
The children laugh, the trumpets ring
Iwashi, Iwashi City of Sardines
So many years of uncertainty
Of promise fading, dissipating
Hungry no more. Fulfilled and full and finally provided for
Iwashi, Iwashi!
©2018 Gunnar Madsen/ASCAP
GM: Synths, sound design, Voices. Frances England: Voices
