I dreamed of mountains again
and feel a growing joy
while the road goes up
through the dark forest
then the villages grow with silage
and sprinkled with cow dung
all the needs of the body
I didn’t know any better
Vibration geraniums
against ancient chalets
no one else around
the sound of water
on unheard logs
that hour of the day
and I felt the names on my tongue
Huémoz Chésières Barboleusaz
as the view unfolded
and the highest snowfields
almost too bright to carry
It was my life you see
and everything still to do
It was spring there was a way
a park full of wildflowers
towards a small cemetery
I passed a man and a boy
sit on the side of the road
they raised their hands to me
This poem appears in July 2026 type version.
