The train pulls into Suma Station, Kobe, Japan.
This pocket of existence,
Despite life’s sundry complexities,
Simplifies my spirit.
The sunlight
Reminds me who I am.
It fills the empty space with
The warmth of my past —
Where I’ve been:
Docks of Naples;
Honeyed Middle Eastern
Passageways;
California. My feet sink
Into the damp sand, and
I’m home.
I’m in a perpetual state of awe.
My connections, friendships, foundation;
My daily pursuits and adventures;
The magic of the trivial.
It’s a wondrous state in which to dwell.
I don’t really know
How it’s happened — I just haven’t stopped
Asking, what do you love?
Passed down through generations
I don’t need much to be happy. I need rather little
To feel like me, because it’s not just me
It’s history, family, written words and heartfelt stories
Running through my veins.
Sun kissed water
Pale as the sky,
Green mountains &
Children’s laughter.
A swim,
My bare feet upon
Warm concrete — echoes of feeling,
The essence of healing,
Gleaming in the summer sun.