From an Onsen

The spring water won’t

tell what I’ve spoken under

this clear Hokkaido

sky. I’m babbling and just like

the streams in Yorkshire,

I’m running my full finger-

tips over the stones:

coarse, callous and curious

to my touch. The re-

collection of you is much

the same. It trickles

away as water in the

bath. Going – going –

Gone. The gargling echoes in

a naked way that

sticks in my head like nato

on a bowl of rice.

I’m not sure why the water

swirls more than your face

in my mind’s eye, but I’m glad.


(Hokkaido, Japan – 17 August 2013)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s