Cooking Pizza at 7,300 Feet

It’s as though the elements sensed something
they seemed to collude in unison
to place obstacles in our way.

Two days before we leave
an uncertain future in our luggage
as if it wanting us to stay
the rain starts falling in sheets
there are rumors of a huge landslide
the mountain wears a mournful face
as if begging us to change our minds
the paperwork seems so final.

The night before we leave
a pizza lies baking in the small oven
(online orders a thing of the future)
a power outage descends on the hillside
fluctuating electricity delays dinner
pizza will be ready whenever it decides
a reminder of things in the new country
we must not take for granted.
.
The house stands at 7300 feet
how to say goodbye to home
how to leave the mountain
that raised a toddler
witnessed the birth of a child?

We carry the mountain, the rain, the landslide
across continents to the new country
metaphorically of course.

Grateful that metaphors are available to poets
Here there are few power outages.