Thursday, April 23, 2015


Plastic food and anime creatures
add luster to brick paved streets.
Am I really in Tokyo?
It is so quiet.

Windows reflect a concrete world in the morning light.
The cherry blossoms hide the rush hour madness
Disorienting me.

I follow a lone man through an orange tunnel
to the Sanna Hie Shrine.
Parents and grandparents hold a newborn babe
and beckon me to put away my camera.

I am on sacred ground
Witness to a Shinto baptism.
No longer lost
But a privileged guest in a foreign land.

I retrieve my camera when I see a sign:
Closed in the event of a major earthquake.
It dangles from a busy overpass
Surrounding a fragile world.
The world of Akasaka.

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