Approaching the Peak
From the valley precipice,
the granite point of my goal
stabs the sky with cornices
and its icy ridges, that razor
down mottled flanks,
but clarity faded
with every step
of my myopic approach.
From the valley precipice,
the granite point of my goal
stabs the sky with cornices
and its icy ridges, that razor
down mottled flanks,
but clarity faded
with every step
of my myopic approach.
Poet, Writer, Rock climber, Fitness Coach. I live in the present — breath by breath.
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