Saturday, September 1, 2012

One Night in Shinjuku

Wandering the streets
people passing by in streams, how dizzying the motion
the lights flashing, signs beaming
the smells, the whoosh of cars on the street behind
everyone is heading, heading to their destination
back home, or to work, to have dinner, to go shopping

Out of those hundreds, thousands of people on the streets
what a miracle it was that I met you

 I breathe in, out, and laugh secretly to myself
our encounter was as random as the patterns of light
shifting and separating, reforming
I say random, but maybe it also had something to do
with the fate created by both our hands
and where it goes from here
can only be decided by our hands as well