Jun 072012
Seventeen months ago.
Arriving alone in Osaka
JR Rail Pass clutched tightly in one hand
Rolling suitcase flecked with Vietnam dust
In the other.
Kansai you’re quiet
On this early Sunday morning
Where are the surging uniformed crowds
To sweep me off my feet >>>>>>>>>>
In this unexpected stillness
Mute and speechless
Save for the broken English
And broken Japanese
My attempts to connect.
Out the airport doors
No lines
Only an empty train welcoming me
To enter.
Screen checked thrice four, five times.
No signs to point directions
But everywhere to go.
Doors close
Strictly, promptly
It’s time.
>>>>>>>>>>
