Author’s Note: Hello I wrote this poem in my ENGL 220W class during college. My inspiration for this poem is from my passion for volleyball and from the anime Haikyuu. To make the imagery more clear while you’re reading the poem. Image a volleyball player floating up to spike a ball. When people hear or read the phrase ‘The view from the summit’ they often think about the view from an actual mountain/ summit. But the view from the summit that I’m trying to make others see is the view when the spiker’s head is above the net. And they see the other side from the very top. Hopefully, that will make things more clear. Enjoy!

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Time slows down, almost to a stop.
Surprised white eyes stare with intense curiosity.
As I walk onto the court, human iron walls enter as well.
The gigantic iron walls are blocking my view.
Like flies and mosquitoes, they loom and appear constantly.
Daylight sneaks through those iron walls like cracked windows.
Black thin strings isolate me from my fear.
Slowly, I fly higher than the tall and long white tape.
The red and white warn me from getting near.
It is drawn to me, like a magnet.
And leaves me with its past emotions.
I see it fly away with determination and fear.
The top lights up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
It ends quickly and sets up for another round.
The view from the summit doesn’t discriminate,
all can reach it.

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