I love tunes —
But I love the sound of
Silence broken
Metal tracks beneath a
Sailing train;
I love the blue grey clouds
Which roll across a purple sky,
Darkness falls beyond the glass
Interweaving tunnels;
We skate into town.

I love the heat and
Summer smiles, tired eyes
On the train
Friends on the river in
Any ancient city,
Drinking beers to the season and
To making it together.

I love my dad.

He’s here with me,
I can’t really believe it.
Experiencing Kyoto and Osaka
My life in Japan on the train riding through green
Mountains and fields.
I think he gets
What it means to me.
Not just here —
Being anywhere at all.
We talk about our
Love for weather,
Something he’s passed down
Through our
Shared experience and particular
Intrigue;
How we think about the seasons,
The sky.
Clouds overcome
A city and
That’s what you remember,
The place, yes; but
Clouds more;
Or rain or
Lightning or perfect
Sunlight.

The feeling.

Emotion.

Trapped within a memory.
And we bond over that on the wooden
Deck of a restaurant in Kyoto
On the river, watching the
Sky and those on bikes
Pass into the horizon.
What I love is
How I can stand on the
Deck and watch
Mercurial steel
Swirl from the
Evergreen hills
Promising rain.

And I don’t need
Anything to appreciate
That but a heartbeat —
Even when we’re hurting;
Low; alone.
The things which
Matter
Cost nothing,
Are made for us all to
Dissolve into love.

I write this on the train,
Nearly home —

Osaka.

Always home with the things
We share,
A love for the change
In weather.