10 THE MISSOURI REVIEW • WINTER 2019
At the Peak
In Brienz, I took a steam engine
so far up a mountain I passed clouds
and the shy goats that live too far
up the gouged granite to tame.
Once out of the train, the thin air
kept my lungs from climbing higher.
Alpine ranges hammocked me
like folds of silk on a saint’s lap.
The mountains shrank me to rock jasmine,
lavender petals creeping in the cliffs.
A friend once told me, “Women are stronger
than a firing squad.” I stood by the rail
knowing the bullets have left the chambers.