Sometimes my silent pre-verbal thoughts
make there way to the world I live in.
I was thinking about the lack
of Japanese people in my life
after living there for ten years.
Today, I go to the airport
where a Japanese young girl
will arrive jetlagged before us–
an unknown entity to both of us.
She will become my charge tomorrow
and in my head I plan the day.
On the phone today
someone knew someone I know
and I spat out their last name
before she brought it forward.
Wouldn’t it be strange
if I knew this person
getting off the plane or
knew people she knows.
In any case, I can
bridge the known to
the unknown city
her heart longed to meet, and
I am remembering the last time
I got off the plane from Japan.
©Roseroberta
Good job. Personally I like it better than the Yeats one next. Speaks to me more.
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