Vacation During Wartime

By Vivienne Mohan
Vacation during wartime poem on 'Right Now'

There were sounds like thunder that pushed
against my knees as the area next to where
we were eating lunch became a part of
Germany. You were thinking about the pillows
made of swans and I was thinking about how
long it took us to realize the dogs’ barking
echoing from the valley over yonder was actually
the waiters calling us in. We wore sandals down
the stairs and were still wearing them when we
accidentally stumbled out of our cardigans
and up to our ankles into the dark river. Every day
more guests wander up from below carrying their
suitcases and soon they, like us, will unaccountably
live here. There will be a wedding later on the deck
but we will not know until some time after.