Summer trip to Switzerland:
in our bellies, sausages
eaten on the Zermatt terrace,
foot of the Matterhorn,
slowly turns into
heat: 1000 calories each.
As we climb up and up
the Furka Pass, my eyes
suddenly are perforated
by a billion particles
of heavenly blue:
across the valley a giant
mountain rampart:
The Glacier.
Swinging up its snow-
crowned sky-blue fist,
that ancient water spirit
shouts:
“From me
flows
what you
call Time.”
Down from that colossal
mass of shining ice
flows the majestic
River Rhone.
Makoto Ooka
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