An ode to Ogawa

Oh Little River, how I love your sunsets.

I think by your Rafiki tree and live by your fields.

Do you see me looking out from my window?

From my balcony, I can see your visitors, on bikes and on foot.

Although I am foreign to your land,

your children welcome me warmly.

They call to me and marvel at my unique stature.

We speak the same language -

if only for just a moment.

We laugh at our differences,

are awed by our similarities.

We smile, wave, gesture and greet each other.

Oh, Little River, I embrace the seasons you give me -

I witness your ever changing face

in the distant mountains.

I could stare into your eyes for hours,

find my way along your banks in the moonlight.

Oh, Little River, you feel like a home -

a dream -

a surreal place -

that has marked itself in my journeys.

I wonder if I will return to your waters again someday -

an older woman.

I will bring you my child.

We shall breathe in your peaceful wind.

Then,

we will watch your gorgeous sun -

set in the sky - 

side by side again.



Japaussie <3