Asahi Draught

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What a strange inversion
of your plans –
to have come so far
in search of language
and to find so little speech

But to find instead an ocean
opened up inside you –
to call that ocean love
and feel a loneliness
to part the sea

To feel this otherness
only as an ache
for the holy
of the returning flight

And you, self-referential to the end,
no urge to shed a van Gogh ear,
no need to force a poem,
resolve to sit,
to nurse a beer in Takayama
and convince your heart
of something small

That this loneliness might yet be
a song pecking out the shell of you –
that this slow returning urge to write
might be held, and fanned to flame

The way a home might be a vessel
cradling, giving voice to quiet

2 thoughts on “Asahi Draught”

  1. Travel brings out the best of people. Wonderful words and thoughts. (The icecream was fantastic, we will share some next time.)

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