I went to Misato Japan, .
Small people and the gentlest of faces
small roads and rice patties.
Miso Soup and a kiwi farm.

Photo booths and game centers.
I didn’t take enough pictures
Sendai before it was destroyed.

Matsushima and the buddhist temple.
The flocks of seagulls near our boat.
The islands so distinct.
Wind so powerful.

We were treated like royalty,
looked at like celebrities.
I was dressed in a Kimono
and treated to a feast.

People so gentle,
bows full of honor
gratitude in their eyes
immense kindness I was shown.