IN THE ALPS Poem by Nyk de Vries

The worst is always overshadowed by something even worse. After her leg got run over, we never heard another word from Hansje about her cold sores. But whinging ran in the family and, pushing her along the Alpine paths, I saw her hand creeping back up to her mouth. Quick as lightning, I leapt forward and before I knew it we were kissing each other, more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. A special moment, there in the Alps, even if, unfortunately, it came to nothing. In that very instant Jesus returned to Earth.