a terse verse, short and mostly to the point, blog-journal-diary following
and first took notice of me...
that is how I'm coming to be.
🔀
(September 2019 by the Tama River, after Cyclone Faxai)
It's the 12th here. Tomorrow will be my brother's birthday, depending on the time zone that you're situated in. Many thoughts are racing and intertwining in my mind and my heart is all a-flutter.
Today was a longish day. Living in 'bento' (box) configured conditions as a foreign resident in Tokyo has its pluses and minuses, its up and downs. Don't forget the twists and turns and the likely possibility of having your cultural rug and skills pulled from under you without a word or tap of notice.
Finally, the weather has cooled down a tad. It's been a very long and humid summer. But today, there was an easy breeze and a smattering of clouds that broke the sun's rays into playful dapples. Not that I saw much of that as working indoors, 'chained' to a desk (work station more like it) was the most eventful part of this day's productive hours.
The last time I saw my brother was seven years ago, now. I flew in from Queensland with my wife and daughter, she was turning six, then. And we've been shuttling about it this part of the globe since then. Work certainly has brought us e few places over the years. It was an excellent visit but a tough one as well, one that left me tongue-tied at the tarmac.
So, feeling a little bit displaced and in the same breath, somewhat exhilarated by the promise of adventure in the unknown, tomorrow beckons yet again. And yet again this tremulous attempt at facing these darting tangled mess of thought and feeling. Quite extraordinary in its humdrum un-extraordinary kind of way.
♾
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2019-09-12 at 13:55
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how I am coming to be
it's when you looked my wayand first took notice of me...
that is how I'm coming to be.
🔀
(September 2019 by the Tama River, after Cyclone Faxai)
It's the 12th here. Tomorrow will be my brother's birthday, depending on the time zone that you're situated in. Many thoughts are racing and intertwining in my mind and my heart is all a-flutter.
Today was a longish day. Living in 'bento' (box) configured conditions as a foreign resident in Tokyo has its pluses and minuses, its up and downs. Don't forget the twists and turns and the likely possibility of having your cultural rug and skills pulled from under you without a word or tap of notice.
Finally, the weather has cooled down a tad. It's been a very long and humid summer. But today, there was an easy breeze and a smattering of clouds that broke the sun's rays into playful dapples. Not that I saw much of that as working indoors, 'chained' to a desk (work station more like it) was the most eventful part of this day's productive hours.
The last time I saw my brother was seven years ago, now. I flew in from Queensland with my wife and daughter, she was turning six, then. And we've been shuttling about it this part of the globe since then. Work certainly has brought us e few places over the years. It was an excellent visit but a tough one as well, one that left me tongue-tied at the tarmac.
So, feeling a little bit displaced and in the same breath, somewhat exhilarated by the promise of adventure in the unknown, tomorrow beckons yet again. And yet again this tremulous attempt at facing these darting tangled mess of thought and feeling. Quite extraordinary in its humdrum un-extraordinary kind of way.
♾
Poetry by arquious
Read 732 times
Written on 2019-09-12 at 13:55
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