Friday, March 26, 2010

In gratitude, to those who've gone before

There's a thin gray line
between now and then,
but never fear:
if you need to climb
there is a rope;
a way to get from here to there
without climbing the walls.
And when I see that metal loop --
that yellow rope suspended there --
I think of all the climbers past
who've been this route before
and left their pitons hanging there,
embedded in the cliff
to help the climbers yet to come
and marvel at their generosity:
could I have been that brave?

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

I have a brief feature planned on the doctor who was with the Mt. Everest climbers during one of the most disastrous events on the mountain. This piece would go well with that. I like the spareness of the image, out of which could come many poems, I would think.