You hold dearly the sage-colored earthen coffee cup without handles
in your hands with short fingernails. Introduce me to
Japanese Gyokuro fine green tea which made long centuries ageless.
Tell me stories of hiking up the mountains North Face backpack black
with no particular destination miles above a quiet tanakamura. Planned for tucked away
places to look out on a city defined by crowded houses & right angles.
Drinking Yona Yona Ale & ambling the narrow streets at night
looking for friends in the alley & a variety of storefronts.
Setting the terms of your loneliness into wet cobblestone.
Taking the bullet train shooting to Kyoto past fields of lime leaves
swaying to the passing wind. Stone steps to a Buddhist temple to
throw fire at statues almost alive & ask for home.
You wrote your romance down on long, narrow strips of paper on a roll
for Tanabata in July, hanging them from bamboo branches in the forest
with a handmade ornament from Nepal to unite the stars so very distant.
And still you found time to plant gardens with stones arranged carefully in the dirt
for the maximum flow of thought & the stoppage of time. Light the forever flame
in a stone lantern. Balance a drop of water. Take the bridge to the island you made.
And all of this brought you back to me. May have taken years or months but
we will sip Bancha tea out of a cup chosen from our collection of mismatched
accessories & talk late into the night about Far East lands.
I love that you travel in circles.
© Adam Bresson
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