Poem Of The Day: Switzerland

When a Swiss bus begs a water body to talk.

matterhorn, Switzerland
Bus breaks down

driver calls travel company

uncountably in five languages hold sir

please hold puffing frustration

like a cigar unlit

we slouch in our seats

tired of being in one place inside

without open windows

we rise recklessly

we take off running

sneakers crunching gravel like a sandwich at the beach

We’ll be here for hours in the middle of Switzerland folks

by a colossal body of reflection, bruised purple water ebbing

the cracked caramel enamel boat dock

without any boats

while we stem the lake with our fingers

sitting on the dock’s hairless chin

dreaming of pumpkin chocolate coated in orange wrapper

stirring the chilly water like a steaming cocoa bean fountain

boys grunting

pushing the bus uphill suddenly

backs arched and teething

while we continue to sit


promise the water

we’ll be back sometime in our lives

even though we know we won’t

we’ll have children someday

some Swiss? maybe?

we’ll have a house far away

we’ll never be here again in this spot of such thirst

in a lake praying for visitors to actually visit

with its liquified open hands

in a lake hoping someone might whisper to the water:

We’ll visit you in winter

when your face is frozen

lake lips so soft in snow

you could ice skate across its stretched skin


Amanda Dettmann


Amanda is an avid traveler who calls Maine her home, but her favorite places include Amsterdam's Christmas markets and Shakespeare's Globe in London. She is passionate about poetry, theatre, and teaching writing to kids and adults with disabilities. She thinks the best part of traveling is hearing strangers' incredible stories. Her ultimate mission? To find the tastiest cappuccino in the world.

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