Chasing Leaves (a poem to Yakushima Island in Japan)

Chasing Leaves

Some days are grittier than others
And that’s why we like to drop in on the fall
We meet the world with a curious eye
And find that miraculous spot —
        Where all is forgotten and forgiven

Our scattered steps attract a wandering doe
Jolting awake the surrounding greens
The monkey, sitting above the tall fir tree,
Stares into the void of the rustling
A busy bee joins my scene
        circling my camera
        pointed at the silk flowing underneath the bridge

Rainbows don’t care if days are gloomy
The fog likes to fall months and miles apart
We find quietness where sounds belong
        And breathe

(To Yakushima Island, Japan)

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