The Sunlight Reminds Me Who I Am
<p>The train pulls into Suma Station, Kobe, Japan.<br />
This pocket of existence,<br />
Despite life’s sundry complexities,<br />
Simplifies my spirit.</p>
<p>The sunlight<br />
Reminds me who I am.<br />
It fills the empty space with<br />
The warmth of my past —<br />
Where I’ve been:<br />
Docks of Naples;<br />
Honeyed Middle Eastern<br />
Passageways;<br />
California. My feet sink<br />
Into the damp sand, and<br />
I’m home.</p>
<p>I’m in a perpetual state of awe.<br />
My connections, friendships, foundation;<br />
My daily pursuits and adventures;<br />
The magic of the trivial.<br />
It’s a wondrous state in which to dwell.<br />
I don’t really know<br />
How it’s happened — I just haven’t stopped<br />
Asking, <em>what do you love?</em><br />
Passed down through generations<br />
I don’t need much to be happy. I need rather little<br />
To feel like me, because it’s not just me<br />
It’s history, family, written words and heartfelt stories<br />
Running through my veins.</p>
<p>Sun kissed water<br />
Pale as the sky,<br />
Green mountains &<br />
Children’s laughter.</p>
<p>A swim,<br />
My bare feet upon<br />
Warm concrete — echoes of feeling,<br />
The essence of healing,<br />
Gleaming in the summer sun.</p>
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