Water to Water over Water

I've eaten more almond butter and educational Spanish cookies today than necessary.  Tomorrow they will fly behind me, crossing the International Date Line.  My family will stay with them, the world will shift its position under all the points of land and sea, and I will emerge in Japan.  Japan, where life is soft and hard, where the words mean less as they leave and arrive, where patience, time, and silence have new meanings.  Japan, where love seeps from hard rocks, carefully collected with eyes closed.  My hand is slowly lifting away from this basin of water, one drop cleaving from the next.  And tomorrow away, away to another place.