Fuji
by Halvard Johnson
1
- Some say Mount Fuji was
- in another life a beautiful
- young woman whose eyes
- and feet
- wandered after
- men not her husband
- and was therefore condemned
- in this life (a long one) to stand
- rooted to one spot.
- But I like to think
- of Mount Fuji living long
- eons underground
- in dark and lonely
- splendor
- searching always searching
- for a chink
- in the solid earth
- and rock above her head
- when she found one
- breaking free
- giving birth to herself
- in a single week
- in sunlight
- and brightness of sky
- between inland mountains
- and glittering sea.
2
- This morning the telephone rang
- and much to my surprise it was Mount Fuji
- speaking clear, unaccented English.
- "Let's have more Mozart," he said
- after the amenities, apparently
- referring to the music I often play
- as I work at my desk in the morning.
- "Let's have more Mozart," he said again
- "and less of that other stuff you were playing."
- "You must be thinking of the Satie," I replied.
- "Yes, yes," he said. "Not much
- in the way of reverence there. We sacred
- mountains have to think of our position.
- No piece of cake being a sacred mountain.
- And by the the way," he added before hanging up
- "How's your Japanese coming?"
- "S'koshi by s'koshi," I said.
3
- It is morning
- and the air is cold.
- I wrap my death around
- me like an old coat.
- The cats have had their
- breakfast and already
- are sleeping.
- Fuji-san peeks from behind
- a pinetree and a cloud.
4
- Life is amazing.
- If you've ever seen Mount Fuji
- riding down the street
- on a bicycle, guiding the bike
- with no hands but just
- a shifting of weight,
- why then you'd know what I mean.
- And--even more amazing--yesterday I saw
- Mrs. Takahashi, my neighbor,
- washing out Mount Fuji in a blue
- plastic bucket, hanging it up
- on her clothesline to dry.
5
- Now you've done it!
- Haven't I told you a million times
- to leave that mountain alone?
- What did your father say?
- Didn't he tell you to keep
- your hands to yourself?
- I just don't know what to do
- about you. Why can't you
- be like your brother?
- He never breaks mountains.
6
- Now I am writing at my desk
- and far off behind me
- Mount Fuji crouches in the gloom
- of a cloudy mid-January evening.
- Even as I write this, the mountain
- --its peak whipped by snow
- rising off the lower slopes--
- begins to move toward me. It clambers over
- range after range of foothills
- wind screaming at its crest, along
- its icy ridges. My back
- my neck--they're suddenly
- cold. I pretend there's a window behind me
- and get up to close it. I pretend
- there's still time to do that.
7
- On a gray
- day the cherry
- blossoms hang
- like bits
- of crumpled pink
- tissue paper
- in the trees.
- Fuji-san blinks
- and misses
- them as he has
- every spring
- now for centuries.