Big Creek #2

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

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