Kinkakuji

Walking the long lane to Kinkakuji,

under the maple trees

just turning to Autumn, and you,

sometimes latched to me,

sometimes far off ahead

looking for your Japan.

Under the golden pavilion

we cracked jokes at all the people,

the babble of tongues,

the automatic hands raising cameras,

the click of smiles.

But perhaps we were too harsh

looking down at that crowd’s

unreflecting joy in this bustle of life

brought together under the gaudy relic.

For I saw you in a moment

gazing at it, eyes and lips open,

receiving, childlike wonder,

and the way you were beautiful

in its dazzling mirror.

 

Copyright Ricky Barrow 2014

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