On
the clearest days, I can look out from my apartment balcony in Japan...
... and see
the mountains one prefecture over from where I live (in one of the cities
carved out of Japan’s few flat areas!). I relish these days, and delight in the
faraway view.
Reckoning
with the passage of time, of personal time, collective time, eon-spanning time,
and also defying these passages as I find myself flirting with a need to hold
on, so that I can try to catch up with something ever elusive … with what, then?
Of course, everything is always in flux, no matter what our psychology wants or
needs, and there is a sweet, sad beauty in this … these things were swimming in
my mind as the words poured out.
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| Birds by the author, Tammy T. Stone |
A
Season for Change
by
Tammy T. Stone
The
years fall away
The trees grow wider
The birds leave and come again
To perch on the balcony and
Sing the spring away
Under the Earth, too,
There is great movement, fires shifting
Forces colliding
So the mountains move
The waters carve new passageways
Flowing in all directions
Like tears flooding the world
To the sound of our variously
Beating hearts
On a day like today,
With the air so still, sun a radiant
Galactic force
I see a streak of grey running
Through my hair, exactly where
My grandmother’s once fell
Like melting snow, and
The mountains in the distance
Look so still, like they’ve never
Moved at all.
The trees grow wider
The birds leave and come again
To perch on the balcony and
Sing the spring away
Under the Earth, too,
There is great movement, fires shifting
Forces colliding
So the mountains move
The waters carve new passageways
Flowing in all directions
Like tears flooding the world
To the sound of our variously
Beating hearts
On a day like today,
With the air so still, sun a radiant
Galactic force
I see a streak of grey running
Through my hair, exactly where
My grandmother’s once fell
Like melting snow, and
The mountains in the distance
Look so still, like they’ve never
Moved at all.
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| Japan Mountains by Tony Hurst |
Tammy T. Stone is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us. Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. She feels so lucky to have been able to work, learn, live and travel far and wide, writing, photographing and wellness-practicing along the way. She invites you to see some of her recent photography here and to connect with her on her writer's page, twitter and her blog, There’s No War in World, here.
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