In the Stillness / Climb

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In the Stillness

In the stillness of an early morning pre-sun
One eye opens halfway
To ensure you are still there
Resting as you were the night before
Sleep smoothing life’s tensions
Limbs bent and wrapped around the blankets
One eye opens halfway
Ensuring I am still here
Resting next to you
Undiminished and whole
Before the demands of the waking sun
Remove us both
Both eyes shut
In the stillness of an early morning pre-sun

Climb

I told my muscles, “Upward!”
They responded, “Not inclined.”
I chuckled and climbed.

Not far, I promised
When muscles asked for rest
That was just the first crest.

Second ridge was harder
Nothing but stairs into the stone
Muscles took accusing tone.

Pushed us further onward
So close to the peak
Muscles cried out, “We are weak!”

I cheered them “You are strong!”
We hit the top
And had to stop.

Then the horrid moment
Muscles shaking, scared and bent
Contemplating the descent.

Upward, I had cried
Muscles knew from town
What goes up, must come down.

Muscles win the argument
Once I’m soaking in the bath
Facing their knotted wrath

They don’t know my plan
Of going out with a friend
And climbing next weekend.

Old Man Mountain

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Old Man Mountain

His skin is cold, but reassuring.

So very, very solid.

He’s so present, it makes me feel dead already.

Why is that strangely comforting?

I run a hand lovingly along his creases,

And press against the cold.

“Hey, Old Man. How goes it?”

Under my hand, I feel my own pulse

Hot and transient.

It beats into the stone

But I can feel the resonance within.

“How long has it been, Old Man?

How long since someone spoke to you?”

The answer comes up soft and deep

The answer is beat back in my pulse

The answer is longer than anything I could comprehend.

Ages.

Ages.

Ages.