emerge

think of russian dolls. behind the curtain down the hallway in the
lounge room on the chair is the man with this daydream in his head:
a bigger apartment, a bigger lounge room, a bigger television
to have faster internet to watch the acceleration of the world.

webcam shows him the people, and in his searching he will find
cold footed and surreptitious, peering through the curtain,
down the hallway, to the lounge room. all will be revealed.
russian dolls, each emerging bigger than the last.

Hotel room view

Across the grey green bay
with its rusted industrials,
Mt Rishiri dominates.

Dark pines ooze
between the grip
of jagged spurs.

Snow
and ancient ice.

No powerlines, no ski lifts,
the road around the bay
marks the only human presence.

I stand at the window drinking ocha,
swept up in this fact -
this is far from Nagoya.

This is very, very far
from Nagoya.