Airborne Reflection
Within the high rise warren of Manhattan
Tucked away in elegant apartments
I left my precious progeny
Of both sexes and two generations
To wing back in Japanese comfort
To the islands of my youth
Intertwined with memories of marriage and more.
Forty years on and the taste is still fresh
The joy, the pain, the bitterness left;
Will there be more of the same?
How many years remain
In this confused domain
To reach out and touch
Those who mean so much
And fill mjy life with joy?
(30 September 2004
On board an ANA plane from New York to Tokyo)