Fuji From The Table Poem by LLM Mbatha

Imagination took man to the moon:
How far is Fuji from the Table?
Given the choice, I’d choose to live
And quickly die, than to be not alive
In the first place, that’s why I have
No regrets about falling in love
With a stranger, head over the hills!
Running after you like a headless
Chicken, I feared no danger
In the truth I knew: that time
Which brought you near me
Would quickly steal you away
From me, these thoughts I think
And these daylight dreams
They keep you closer to me
Much closer than the physical
The way love grows, ‘tis magical!
“A precious stick is sought
In distant lands”, would say
The Zulu of the old
And I do believe in that
You are such a precious stick!
Love has granted me the right
To imagine the impossible
And the courage to believe it
So- tell me, tell me, tell me!
How far is Fuji from the Table?