In My Shinjuku Gardens
I am here
In my Shinjuku Gardens
My life is in this country
Family is in another
My loves?
In middle age I look,
wind-scattered garden leaves
soaring, landing, and taking off again
refusing to be raked into a neat pile,
admiring the diversity of scattered loves
some are gold, some are red, others brown
a few withered and mouldering
Hearts intertwined
cultures blended, held apart, concealed
muted thoughts – voiced in random tongues
Mutual attraction
divergent paths
another discovery, another life, another love
Here is my collection
those I loved
the one I love now
My rake in hand
my shadow amongst my leaves
as it races away from the setting sun.
Title by Farah Beaini