A SUNDAY DRIVE IN MUTSU MOUNTAINS
— Mervyn R. Seivwright
Driving in Mutsu mountains
snaking on skinny two-lane roads
searching for the peak. Stop.
Slightly screeching tires
twenty feet from four snow
monkeys, parents with youngsters
cuddled, white, tan, gray fur
bringing contrast to pink
wrinkled faces. Feeding on cherry
blossoms branches, petals sailing,
scattered piles in road’s center.
Male monkey stops chewing
his head, lighthouse diagnosing
danger in his amber eyes.
He sees the movements inside
my car and stands, stance of warrior
waiting, gazing cautiously at me.