komorebi

Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet

‘komorebi’

for once i lost the words. for once all in my world drew its breath. you, cross-legged atop your blanket, me, little boy bursting from my chest. the portrait brushed around us so lush in pause. “on my final day this is where i wish to end,” but a playful frog took my thoughts before i vented. and the lake you longed adopted i immediately made my own, a mirror i had lacked all my life. my throat hitched. i turned my back so you wouldn’t see. you know me, my leaky eyes, my emotional complexities. “i fucking love you,” but mother nature had stripped my expression to its core. no sense fighting it, in that moment i surrendered myself to you. no sense denying it, my little boy chose you as home. “don’t you run away don’t you run away don’t you ever run away,” he clung, but you couldn’t. still in gain, i felt your loss. but your smile the only sound, and our frog’s hide-and-seek, and the birds’ twinkling star reveries. all this, at last, and you, was being. and when i finally turned i caught you, a spark before the new night, a shimmer and a flare and any and all the language could never describe you under my eyes, and when we kissed i knew you’d taste all four letters of your name across my lips.

komorebi:

the scattered light

that filters through

when sunlight shines

through trees

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