Happenstance sometimes in dance
gives one pause to reflect
not that it was an opt to stop.

Gletsch is where I intended to be at
but a Kiwi das sprechen auf Deutsch
was probably a bit much to understand
so its Oberwald where I am installed.

Now, with my soft shoe shuffle
end to end its only ten there and back
had it been Gletsch
it would have been half of that.

Here there is the old amongst the new
the ramshackle and the upright
and nothing
to leave you feeling uptight.

In the night
where there are no street lights
just the moon and shadows.
The silence is profound
and thoughts so loud do sound.

The crowing cock
heralds the early morning light
weeping in pastel delight
across the silent mountain folk

Somewhere below
I hear pigs snuffling in the mud.
A farmers scythe the only other sound
as he cuts the frost fed ground.
This could be the most peaceful
place I have ever found.