When a Place Becomes a Home
by Reem
love this.
A friend of ours noted
that this path
through America-yama Park
and up the hill
by the Foreigners Cemetery,
is the bit of Yokohama
I’ve photographed
most frequently.
She said she wished
she’d done the same
in Bangkok
where they’ve lived
for years.
This path,
my favourite part of Yokohama,
is my walk to school
and home.
I know the afternoon light
on this path
at 4:37
and 5:03
and 6:12.
I’m acquainted with
all its disparate goldens,
have memorized the lengths
of shadows cast
by trees
and tombstones.
I wear this path
on the inside.
In Autumn
we decided to stay
in Japan
another year
and then for more…
for as many as we can.
A declaration
of place-love
as fierce
as we’ve felt.
Unexpectedly
my relationship
with this path
began to shift.
For thirty months
this path
has been inhabited
by changing seasons
of fairy-people
and magic.
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