It’s a dismal day here in Tokyo; although there’s a lingering hint of summer stickiness, it’s been raining all day.
It’s at times like these that I dream of running away to a tropical island. It’s at times like these that tropical islands seem like just a dream.
Here’s one that’s just three hours from Tokyo, and most definitely real.
Escape to Okinawa’s Yaeyama Islands on the Odigo Blog for Odigo Travel.
No really, it’s real – photo cc from Flickr by kobaken++
I mostly write poetry on this blog, but I also enjoy writing travel articles about Japan, a beautiful country I discover new corners of every day.
Here’s one I wrote about Mount Koya, misty mountain home of Shingon Buddhism. Let me know what you think!
Koya-san: A Modern-Day Pilgrimage on the Odigo blog for Odigo Travel.
Okunoin Cemetery, Koya-san. cc via Wikimedia, by Jordy Meow
Gutters stained neon.
Salarymen cloud, seeking
booze, grease, girls and golf
A warm pool of light
caresses sumo at play
in gilt kimono
Smiles in shiny suits
beam from the shadows, crowned in
dye jobs, collars popped
From Flickr cc by kerokero
We can stand transfixed
for hours in contemplation,
or we can move on.
Kumano shrine, Tokyo
Cities spring full-formed,
concrete bound by snaking wire –
no place for humans.
I stand poised between
the cries of desperate battle
and the sun-soaked skies.
Fortifications at Sarushima, Kanagawa, Japan
To history’s weight
add the lightness of time stopped,
so you leave younger.
Denboin Garden, Asakusa, Tokyo