The View From Nunobiki or Somewhere Close to There

I see it all

The trees and bushland on the edge of a city skyline,

It is neighboured by a saltwater harbour,

a gateway to the rest of the world,

guarded by the mountainside which draws my breath from me

To rustle autumn leaves and whistle through the branches I will imitate

To reach

Beyond my line of sight —

I see it all.

And yet I reach beyond to find within me the stillness I’ve been missing.