Visoko

I knew the roads of Bosnia very well
Watched as the trees grew along the way

Then there was this afternoon in Visoko

I passed often through to Sarajevo back to Zenica

The name simply translates high which made no sense

Always had places to go and detours around

Often there were two bridges

One being repaired and one to get across

So the people wouldn't throw trash in the river

It would just fall upon the next bridge

Then one day the bridge made whole

No detour in Visoko

Instead of the detour I came up a rise

The sky at my feet

I almost jumped up out of the car

If that was something I could do I would have

Something of me had jumped up out

I had no idea where i was in the world

Transfixed upon the sky I was not afraid

I was simply wondering where I was

Had I ever seen something so beautiful

A pyramid of the sun

A day I remember

I learned I was in Visoko and understood at long last the name 

My life had become muscle memory

Trauma was our profession

It was good to get away

Away from what i expected

When I am half asleep at times get this same feeling

Not knowing where I am for a short time I lean in

Always a short lived mystery quickly solved

We had to go higher still

That last wave from Srebrenica 

Far from town you will find the displaced

Refugees cross borders the displaced cross front lines

Visoko detours were also something to see

We drove other peoples vehicles

Too fast through populated areas