Things are starting to feel a lot more like home again, wouldn’t you agree?

Tokyo 1

Magical~
Messages back and forth.
Drawing in the dark.
Little screens of the big world
Over the ring of fire.
Glimpse the ocean.
Different world,
Staying to left sides.
Rule obeyance
High respect
Cigs at children’s height.
Micro toilets.
Vending machines.
Pride in people’s work.
Buildings in the hissing rain
Overwhelming
But if we can do this,
Then we can do anything.
Eleven hour lag.
AM-PM open.
Nervous.
But so many ‘good mornings’
And bright smiles.
“Ohayo,” we’d say back.
And I could find my ichigo drink
That I would never have again.
Person in the way.
“Sumimasen,” we’d say.
We could get our snacks
We’d found were full of bean paste.
It was trial and error.
But we could get umbrellas.

I thought I’d share this poem. It was written in reaction to my first day in Japan. Hope you liked!