:: Autumn, 2008 ::
They say when one's young, one looks to the future.
They say when one's old, one looks to the past.
I stood, with the rest of the Saturday crowd
At Meguro Station, along Yamanote, with Yoga's 伯乐
Through and between my ears.
I must be old then.
I didn't notice it; but since it happened
It must then be true -
My reflections have increased in frequency;
I begin to see how I could be wrong
When I thought I should be right.
It a sobering thought, yet somewhat refreshing
Like the blast of cold autumn air
Hitting me as the train zooms past.
As summer turned autumn and
Autumn soon turns winter, time and
Tide really waits for no one.
The next train arrives.
Yoga's next track arrives.
I boarded the train, beholden
As we slipped into the oddment
Of the night.