Far away from Japan

I remember the carrots I forgot to buy and how I kept those carrots in mind while I watched the plane on TV that went straight towards World Trade Center and never changed its direction. I remember it now from my little island in the great, great ocean with waves that children can ride on, with their inflatable dolphins and crocodiles. And I would think about it too if I was in the middle of a continent and the water only flowed from a river. I happen to be in the other end of the world. Japan, I write your pretty name on everything I remember these days.