The world was going to crack
in two, and the whispers had told
me just where that crack would
____ I alone could save the world,
So to Switzerland I went, up close
to that shard of a mountain, the
Matterhorn. I circled it for many
days, trying to locate the beginning
of the crack.
________________ I talked to people,
who laughed and told me I was cracked.
But the voices were always there,
and they were so insistent.
My hair and beard grew long and
shaggy. I was running out of
food and money, and the chilly
season was beginning to set in.
No sign of the crack.
And then the whispering stopped.
___________ I was beginning to
get worried about myself. But
the voices in my throat had been
so clear, so specific, chattering
away as they had been.
_____________________ I alone
could save the world.
But in the end I called an ambulance
and had myself checked in.
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Based on a true story told by my daughter, who did an internship with a psychiatrist in the Alps.
My contribution to Sunday Scribblings’ Stranger.