The Sun, when it rises here,

is not immediately visible,

only out around noon,

it falls completely upon Kalga.

And so it falls upon me.

—

At two it begins to say its goodbyes,

and by four it travels, completely behind

the mountain in my line of sight.

Cold, then, falls upon the valley

and so it falls upon me.

—

In Kalga, with Kalga,

I feel a dance of heat and cold,

done to the uniform rhythm

of the sun’s motion,

punctuated only, like bass,

by these mountains, glorious.