Two routes out of Nikko take forty-eight
hairpin turns to reach
its lake-in-the-mountains destination.
The bus will be full.
You’ll need to stand in the aisle, shift your weight
constantly as you
try to see, through mountain-fogged glass, the last
vista Misao
Fujimuro saw not long before he
etched his death poem
into the bark of a tree, and then let
Kegon Falls swallow
this grandson of a samurai, this son
of a banker, this
lover, adolescent and rejected.
But there is no time for judgment, no time
for contemplation.
The bus is leaving, and you’ll want a seat
next to the window
for the scenic forty-eight hairpin turns
that take you away
from the Sea of Happiness, Chuzenji.