Climb

I drove through the day, drove until I was far away  
saw the sunlight bleeding over head  
crayon red scratched silver sky  
left all teardrops in a fire, burning while I drove far away  

last light slips behind groves, meadows, humankind  
beneath a black sky haunting over head  
charcoal carved out the silver sky  
eyes open all night, dry, looking out for humankind  

quick fast love affair, done by dawn without a care  
snaking roads worm through lonely hills  
spearhead peak held up the sky  
I trudge through bog, car parked somewhere without a care  

knee bent, thigh burn, stepping, climbing to the sun  
tired so soon but just begun  
glasses mist, breath short, high  
walking boots grounded in dry roots to the sun  

downs a dizzy doom to stiffen, slop steeped into cliff  
I could turn around now  
hand cups grey rock and elbow gets up  
only upward scrambled on the cliff  

up, up, farther still, lost a breath and I feel  
exhausted and ready to give in  
so high up people look like shrimp  
I close my eyes, I take a breath, I feel  


two wings on the air, below me, above their prey  
resting slumbered between two rocks  
nestled into a shallow grave  
a sheep stepped from a cloud and I pray  

show Yourself to me, don't be a hapless dream  
wished up by a shepherd  
strayed far from the flock  
a dark cloud looms as a hapless nightmare  

dry rocks and firm ground keep me level  
headed in the right direction  
the peak draws in closer still  
distant lake sits between hills, water level  



calm, the wind picks up  
the cloud swirl  
the sky grows dark  
the wind picks up  
the cloud swells  
the sky grows dark  
the wind picks up  

the path down is dry for the time being  
yet the peak is within my reach  
my aches long retreat  
but press on with every fibre of my being  

a cold droplet runs down my cheek  
spills from my chin into the soil  
the thirsty earth readies, swallows  
a fire chases down my cheek  

up, once more, up and over the rock  
stand to see a shelf of green  
another spire begins to tower up  
a pool of blue sits in the shadow of the rock  

I'd thought I'd finished, but half way up  
knee bent, thigh burn, mind empty, mind churn  
as darken skies begin to weep  
I trudge in soil deep, but up  


but up, but up, but no way down  
fistfuls of plants torn from scalp  
slip, sliding, tumbling  
one way down  

dust self, check self, myself steady  
hand shake, knee weak, I'm not ready  

knee floor, hands floor, crawled through a moor  
soaked, beaten, hadn't eaten  

doubt self, lose self, myself careless  
hands slam, knuckles burn, eyes cry  

I cry, I feel. Wind claws a tear from my  
cheek and tosses it over my shoulder.  

I stand in the day, dark clouds blown away  
feel a gentle sunlight on the air  
a warmth blossoms  
all the raindrops burn away  

up, up, farther still, still lost, but now I feel  
exhausted and ready to give up  
so high up cars look like shrimp  
I close my eyes, I take a breath, I feel  

fast gale closes in, I roll up, over, over  

saw sunlight bleeding through the mist  
wrays blurred behind a pile of rocks  
then stones atop, then pebbles peaking over  

peaked.  

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