Looking out the Window in Class

Here in Japan, I remember
many other "here"s.
There are sounds, looks,
once in a while feelings,
which glimmer momentarily
then recede into the past
like a fish swimming in a river.

There are chapters in lives
which one cannot understand.
Sometimes they are very short,
sometimes they seem longer than they are.
When one reads them, it is called retrospect.
Then and only then, it is said,
can we understand these words, lines, events.

Just for a moment,
look out of the window.
Go to that place on top of the highest, farthest hill.
Stand there
and look out and feel safe in knowing
what you need is right here, right there.