Parking In Bitterman Circle

Tokyo

Raindrop slides down slow
Seventeen stories of glass
A long way to go

Jet lag turnaround
Up before the alarm sounds
City sits quiet

I’ve no umbrella
Only one in Tokyo
Shirt wet across back

Fast food map with key
A Starbucks not far from here;
Americans suck.

Imperial stone
Blacker than my worst moment
Tight and solid and strong.

My soul feels like an
Overgrown meadow in a
Manicured garden

God has brought me here
And he will watch over me
And return me safe.