Morning bus rides...
That peerie bus stop at Stove is a real life saver!
Here on the picture, Anne and her mam...
It nonetheless prompted me earlier this year for a piece as I was waiting for my school bus.
It is entitled Shintō and acts as a post scriptum to the previous entry.
Each morning feels animistic.
Way of the gods,
water, rock,sun, sound of silence,
where being takes its purest form –
I brave the wind
and imagine cherry blossoms paving my way to the bus stop,
temple of tin & plexiglass always open on my roadside,
where I can shelter from rain, snow,
sleek arctic air, water spirits
destined to die on my shoulders
or sacrifice themselves to salt…
And if I look in the distance, between tarmac & the ocean,
Watatsumi, blue dragon-god, rises again,
its orange eyes locked inside dawn –
inside my skin tinned sanctuary,
I dedicate a final dream to Toyoukeno Ōkami,
Great Spirit of food Abundance,
Izigami no Mikoto,
the Provider of the Five Grains
and ride the dragon
through the land.
© Nat Hall 2010