The Pivotal Moments

Well, it's been a while since I've posted anything new. Part of that is I'm busy, and the other part is that I don't post everything I write. Anyway check out this poem, see what you think, then read what my thoughts are on it at the bottom.

The Pivotal Moments
Every so often I wind up in Japan,
lost in an airport between the symbols
and the sounds of strangers.

I find myself the master of my time,
but I am nineteen again, alone again,
hungry, dependent, only I feed my hours.

I am left to find my way through glass doors,
deep metro tunnels, and dark streets
to find my roof for the night.

And later I find myself sitting in a cold shower,
teaching my host mother English
while eating fish and rice for breakfast.

I tell her I’ll go and come,
and I go before seven, walking to the station
before the train leaves without me.

These days I recognize strangers
I forget to remember how many stops left.
I lose myself in the shadow of the rising sun.

These days there are no airplanes home,
only abrupt visits when childhood comes,
reflects, decides, and never goes back.

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Here's what I was thinking about a little while ago: the times come when even though we don't know what we're doing, we have to make decisions and live by them. There are small moments and large moments, and some moments that we keep coming back to over and again, but the anxiety over them doesn't necessarily ever change. So basically, this poem is about those moments in life when we are thrust out of our element and have to cope, decide, and learn from out mistakes. Did you get anything like that out of it? Does the title fit? Let me know what you think.