The nearer the crest
The thinner the air.
My lungs burn
Squeezing as much life
As possible
From what little’s available.
I need to slow down
And take a breather.
The closer the top
The looser the rock.
I’ve tumbled some
And dodged what loose shale I could
But I’ve taken a hit or two.
My body has the marks
As proof of struggles I’ve had.
The nearer the summit
The better the view.
Scanning the landscape
I see the rivers
Valley fog
And circling hawk.
I can see home from here.
Before I gain the peak
I think I’ll settle in
Drink some air
Tend my wounds
And enjoy the scenery.
It’s been a hard climb
But I’ve got time
Before dark falls.
I think I’ll hold on
Appreciate what it's taken
To get this far.
I'm taking a breather.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Taking a Breather
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Monday, August 22, 2011
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