Upon Our Teenaged Son Returning from Japan
The public baths must have been calming, indeed.
He smiled and described the cat cafes
and the island overrun by trusting rabbits.
Instead of shaking hands, he bowed.
Hosted by his sister, he slept on futons,
dressed in yukata, and ate sashimi.
He rode south on bullet trains
And felt his first earthquake,
skyscrapers swaying over his head.