Climbing

Climbing

The
Jagged
Land,
Quartz
Sand
Fallen
Eons
Past
From 
The 
Starched 
Crest
Above,
Grinds
Underfoot,
Crushing
To
The
Color
Of
Soot.
Ten
Thousand
Miles
To
Go,
Ten
Thousand
More
Below.
Weed-like,
I fit
My
Existence
Into
A
Rocky
Crack,
And
Don’t
Look
Back.