I have walked your streets
for only a short time in reality
but innumerable times
in different realms
and sat by your water’s edge
listening to the flow of time
and the sounds of ships.
I beheld your majestic castles
and your golden temple
your shrine to clear water
and looked out over
your wonderful scene
from one of the highest towers.
I even rested by
one of your quiet, peaceful streets
contemplating the startling feeling
of something that spoke of home
though I have known you but once.
—
I guess I’m missing Japan?
I know that feeling.
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Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
Lovely poem about homesickness with a strong sense of place.
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Beautiful. The Portuguese have a word for this that has no English translation “Saudade”
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