Summit
Who comes here will not leave.
The thought manifests,
like that sudden peak, framed -
as it ever was – by toothed black rock,
except that today it is you who reached
the snow-dazzled shoulder of this pass.
Be aware how green the ice, how
indigo the sky, how thin the air.
This is your highest place.
Never shrink, but stand and feel
the chill – suck in the oxygen
like the miser gathers gold.
Feel the sweat-heavy shirt,
clammed to the skin,
how the heat of the climb dies
to leave chilled wetness on the back.
Stand aside – let the new one cut his
first footsteps to the valley floor.
2009
revised 6.4.11
how are you?
come and join us today, happy holidays.
Summit, apt title to this achievement.
the smell & feel of success.
I like the urging to relish the moment, the place,
and let the young one lead…no need to push any futher.
It’s time to ponder.
good piece.
Thank you, Marvin. I’ve been looking at your genealogy – it is extensive.
I have never climbed a mountain so high–it seems terrifying and wonderful at the same time–well written
strong talent, thrilled to see you share,
Happy Rally.
Hi Harry,
I really love this poem, the way to the summit, the beauty of feeling you are on top of it all
Thanks for sharing
Ina
…Feel the sweat-heavy shirt,
clammed to the skin,
how the heat of the climb dies
to leave chilled wetness on the back.
Stand aside – let the new one cut his
first footsteps to the valley floor…
…like these lines…thought provoking piece.
this is deep, and brilliant,
love your poetic muses, smiles.
Yes, Viv – please do. I seem to recall that you might have sent it to her when it first appeared elsewhere – on SWYT some months ago.
I’d like to send this one to my climbing daughter, if I may, please Harry.