Typhoon Doppelgängers

light

The afternoon
that Typhoon 19
arrived in Yokohama
we’d been urged
by school admin
to go directly home
but there were
a few more
emails to send
and a student
with a last minute
application
crisis
and so it was
after five
when we left
the building.

Darkness fell
like a net
and the afternoon mist
re-committed
to its job as rain.
A colleague splashed
down the sidewalk
in pursuit of a taxi.

As we walked
through the park,
our clear
Family Mart
umbrellas
offered
unobstructed
views
of the other
umbrella people
as they scuttled
for the dry
safety
of the metro station
below.

At the intersection
near our apartment
a young couple
held hands
and
waited for green.
The man in a black coat
and the woman in cream
leaned into each other
under a canopy
of merged umbrellas.
Beyond them,
the wets streets glistened
in puddles of light.

In that moment
what I felt
to be true
was that
we were this pair,
DP and me.
We may not look
like this
on the outside

but

inside
that’s
how
it feels
to be us.

 

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