At a Poetry Reading in the Swiss Alps, Joachim Sartorius Speaks of Tunis by Jennifer Saunders | Poetry

Poetry – Issue 7 | November 2009

At a Poetry Reading in the Swiss Alps, Joachim Sartorius Speaks of Tunis

by Jennifer Saunders

Leukerbad. The alter Bahnhof
is no longer in use,
but the walls, white and clean
bear fresh paint.
Outside, clouds stack up
and thunder chugs
like a far-away train
climbing a final run to this station
with its waiting room filled.
You read to us of Tunis
and spread a Stadtplan at our feet.
Blue sky, blue sea, and dunes take over
this narrow mountain valley,
Mediterranean heat warms the station,
stills the thunder and we follow you
through the cities of the east.
The clock stops at twelve.
There are no punctual trains to catch—
just this slow walk through Tunis,
Odessa, Prinkipo.
You turn your last page
and fall silent.
We shift on our plastic chairs.
The thunder breaks.
The rain falls.

Jennifer Saunders is an American living near Bern, Switzerland, with her Swiss husband and their two Swiss-American sons. Her work has appeared previously in Literary Bohemian as well as in Ibbetson Street Magazine, Literary Mama, Shot Glass Journal, and elsewhere. She currently has heather potted by her front door but is anxiously watching her Swiss neighbors for the first sign of change.

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