Odyssey of the Fly, Poetry
Bern, 2012

The mountains advancing on the city
inform me that I’m smaller now,
without stature or poise,
as I witness this city widen.

I had fancied myself an arbiter
of some small, predictable world.
Now I saw a city spreading,
spreading its heels and its lips.
We’re made to watch
as the hours fall down,
til we’re back on wheels,
gone from the noble city.