Nasty Conjugation

Holly and I climbed Mt. Fuji. It was really kind of grueling and most of the guides we read didn’t do it justice. The weather was really bad at the top so we didn’t get to see much of the fabled Mt. Fuji sunrise. It took us about nine hours to climb to the top and about four hours to climb down. It was really amazing, but right now I’ve been awake for about thirty-six hours, thirteen of which were spent climbing a freaking volcano. I’ll write more about it when I have both feet solidly out of the grave.

FOR NOW: Pictures of the climb, Mt. Fuji wiki.

Well, here we go. We’re climbing Mt. Fuji tonight.

Sometimes I’m soaring
Everything about my tempo is up up
up and I can’t move fast enough
I become a motion blur
nothing to define me but color or motion
or landscape but that changes

If I focus on one rock among many
between the tracks everything around
it starts to vibrate
like a sudden stop has wrenched the ground
from stillness like a pond’s
And the first then second then third and
fourth and then thousands of raindrops
millions and it shimmers as the large absorbs
the small absorbs the large

I will have returned violently
Tired of flight
I will seep back into this place
the large, small, and I
I will soon evaporate

There is a decorative book in a sealed bookcase in our neighborhood Mr. Donut titled Financing the Small Manufacturer in Developing Countries, and the author is listed as, “Davenport.”