I looked down at my feet
I hadn’t counted on three
Inches of compact snow
There wasn’t supposed to be
Slog
Uphill
of
Miles
Solid
Two
One long winded exhale
Godthistrailiskickingmyass
And then a minded prayer
Goddon’tletmeturnback
Oh, but it was beautiful
I listened to my heart throb
Thickly in my neck and
Quickly had enough of that
Best to keep on climbing
I had to be close to the top
Just 500 steps more
I told myself
And fading light
Will force me back
That or my cramping calves
At 200 steps exactly
I passed the confluence cutoff
Another 100 steps on the dot
My stubborn prayer was answered
3 out of 5 hundred ain’t bad
Later that night
Freddy and Francine sang
If my heart is a garden
Then I need you to rain
Why don’t you come on down
And pour it out on me
Was it you and me
They sang about
Or was it me and God
Does it really matter
Does it
Matter
I’m not turning back
There is no turning back
Why would I want to
After all
We might be
Just
300 steps from the top