Homecomming

Somewhere the ginkgo grows

And waits reflecting,

Remembering when the human toccata was a forgotten myth

deep within the metaphors they sought an eloquent synthesis

manifesting it as the kami of all things

carried in that great wave that rose like the river archeron

and fell, with the spirit of Gaia granting them Volta:

 return home to that ancient eloquent forest

where the jin of origin welcomes with open arms

and the kodama beckon to that beautiful place

that always feels like, home