Chésières Barboleusaz

The Road Wound Upward

I dreamed of the mountains again and felt the rising joy as the road wound upwardthrough the dark woods then villages rank with silage and spattered with cow manureall the needs of the body I didn’t know any better geraniums a vibrationagainst the ancient chalets no one else around the clattering of waterin log troughs unheard at that hour of afternoon and I felt the names on my tongueHuémoz Chésières Barboleusaz as the view opened out with the high snowfields beyondalmost too bright to bear...