I watch as a CRUMB drops, imagining I can see it bounce down the rocks. I hold tight to the rail, and a momentary image flashes: I see a body – my own? – catapulted over. What forces could SLING me over the LEDGE? To see the world as an EAGLE does for just an instant – then the feeling passes, and I return to the trail.

Georg’ann

Swiss Alps in my twenties.

FRESH air, high above the valley.
Making snowballs in August.
Traveling alone, so ALIVE.
Dared myself to take the
open air gondola, this small box
suspended on a CABLE, moving
from one mountain to the next.

At the hostel guests share
MAPLE candies, adventures.
Bathroom key attached
to a large soup LADLE engraved
with an EAGLE, wings up.
Tomorrow a train station rendezvous.

Heather