Post Scriptum

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.

Shintō

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

shintō silence,

simplicity,

and ride the dragon

through the land.

© Nat Hall 2010