Rock Climbing

 

There I was reaching the summit where the sun laughed across rocky outcrops. Scattering sparkling giggles of dew upon the grass. My hands reaching out to grasp a branch, a strong arm saying “grab hold I won’t let you fall.” My fingers stretching outward into the splinter sinews of forever. I felt safe and thought yes I’ll make it. Held tight in the clasp of strong bark hands that pulled me upward. The sea breeze cradling my body, smoothing over my face whispered “all will be well” secrets into my ear. I ignored the crashing waves shaping the stones beneath me, foaming over the sweetness of words that fell so easily into an underlying furore. Focusing on the picture above me, following the circular glow from the lighthouse that swished across the darkness I didn’t want to see. And as one rock broke free beneath my foot toppling down within echoes, the branch broke free of its roots, those bark hands once so strong, crumbling… I fell. Down into the whirlpool opening up beneath me. Swallowing the sweet words, taking away the sun, drowning the laughter and consuming the cliff face. Leaving me balancing, upon the first stepping stone. Watching as a mountain grew. A bellowing of rock screaming up into the darkness.

 

upon the night sky

glittering diamantes

join the dots puzzle

 

 

Written for dverse poetics Summit in Sight