Hiking Gimmelwald

 

 

We are so small after all,

tiny legs like the chickens scratching in the dirt,
so dumb as the cow bells ringing in the forest
we tell the  mountains we are here with snow fences
and chalets, our wires stretching far into the
horizon  ferrying our lives
up and down all day,  or small legs,
knees bent double on steep inclines
we are here framed against glaciers
vertical walls, clouds that roll across
the valley, hiding us from
ourselves.