The week had come unraveled, toward the end.
Tossed in my sleep, with unease at my heart
A walk would help my soured thoughts to mend
So - Kamakura, semi-early start.
Frustration on the way - a train was late
And people walked so slowly on the road
Yet once we passed Kenchoji temple gate
And climbed to Hansobo, I felt the load
Of every ill thought lifted. Wind and sun,
And clutching roots and weathered stone and moss,
Bamboo and silent idols, every one
Sat calm, enduring, patient through all loss.
Two hours worth years of boredom. On those trails
Free as the hawks, or ships with wind-filled sails.
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