Just it is today
A strange scent in every wind blows
The leaves turn to gold
I walk in the Brattle street
Through the lives and music of Harvard square
The artist plays a touching acoustic guitar
to my favorite song “Hallelujah”
There’s dawn above at the sky in gray
Now Autumn finally comes to New England
Or maybe it is just today..?
All the new friends and people
I see almost every time
There are years of the past behind
What buried beneath that unfamiliar language and rhythm
Something I’m yet to know
And also the cheerful smiles and hellos
Something I long to know
Don’t interpret me wrong,
There’s absolutely no sorrow
Or any feeling of hatred
or being isolated
Like years ago that haunted my soul
Memories of the ones
I should have had let go
It is just the new world of differences
And in fact..
I enjoy my mistakens
I enjoy my trials
Looking at the shades from COOP bookstore windows
Try to figure out what crosses my mind
The only thing I realize
is about time — it flies
as fast as it may
An eye blink — a night becomes a day
A nocturne plays..
And the privilege of time just slips away..
at this particular moment
standing still where people come out from the Red Line station
Something deep inside
after decades of soul in silence and frozen ice
The signs awaken..
When the very first Fall
to New England..
<27 Sep 2014>