It's so nice. . .

rediscovering an album.

Due to a spotty internet connection, I was scrolling through my I-tunes library and going down a memory lane of sorts.

If you've never heard Fela Kuti before, enjoy!

Circa 1999

Sitting under a sakura tree

I wish I had my sketch book

And yet I couldn’t possibly attempt

To give an accurate sense of its beauty

Because I don’t understand 

the lines on the petals

Or the reason that one flower is open, 

one shut tight

Let alone the mystery of why it blooms 

for just a short while

I wish you were here 

And though I don’t know who you are

I know that you are here

In a little kid’s voice 

sakura!

And in the breeze blowing from the sea 

where I just was walking

And in the tears welling up 

In my hopeful, impatient eyes

Which look for you in Japan

And in people who don’t see me

You do exist like the blossom 

fickly blooming above my head

A child goes by on a noisy bike with a bell

I hear with an ear accustomed 

to not understanding

Numerous people sake in hand

Sit poised 

Under their own sakura tree