"Flying Japan" by Kira Conley

Flying around down
through the city of lights,
a language unfamilar,
but i understand.

Where do i go from
here?
Could it be for others, or
myself.
Where do i go from
here?
Flying around in
the atmosphere.

Kimonos walk, down cobbled
streets, wet
with dew and litterings.
Questions in eyes of
pedestrians going by:
Why are you here?

Where do I go from
here?
Do I belong, should I stay.
Where do I go from
here?
Flying around in
the atmosphere.

Could I teach,
language so dear, do
they even want me here?
Can I make a difference


it is clear!

Only going will I know.