I don't belong here
I remember sushi
And a quiet corner
Swaying Koi fish lanterns
A cherry blossom breeze
How is it
With every Spring, these flowers appease
And ignite
A knowing
An understanding
Of a distant land
Of graceful warrior hands
Outstretched
And motioning me
With their Tai Chi
Until I dissolve inside the memory
Of tatami mats
And freshly folded origami
I must have died among a sea of paper cranes
Leaving my spirit to wander other planes
Before awaking in a new body
To another reality
Another country
Another time and place
Another face
And yet every trace of kanji
Still decorates and calms me
In ways I can't explain
As if tattooed under my skin
Japan you rise within
And occasionally fall with a nostalgic tear
Every time I feel
Your distance
Every time I feel
I don't belong here.
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