I dream about going to Switzerland in winter,
a pilgrimage to the snow and everything white.
I would stay till late summer
and climb the Matterhorn.
I would go into exile in the Alps with the mountain rocks
and look for ancient sugar dwellings.
I'd climb mountain after mountain until I found
someone young and I'd ask them to tell me the secret
about how to live on the edge.
In Switzerland, everything would be fixed by understanding geometry
and the broken parts of myself would find a way
to mend in the snow.
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