Poetry Corner
by Kathie Bird
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Our Journey led to the choosing place, the once easy path continuing up the distant rock face to a height beyond our vision. When I finally got there I stood and watched among the watchers the movements of the groping climbers until the sunken sun drew the warmth of the sky away until my neck was sore from peering up. "Why is it," I asked of one beside me, "that some always fall?" She replied, "they search for the obvious, plotting their course along the cliffs and crags that point from the surface. But look. The obvious can crumble in the grasp and dislodge beneath the feet." I stood a little longer, eyes tracing the paths of plodding ascenders until their forms were one with the blue-greys of the upper mists. "And what of those that didn't fall, nor did each take the route of another?" "They are those who reach for the unseen," she said, "finding cracks and crevasses to wedge the hands, secure the feet. Even so blind to the path they will take, they climb." More had gathered to watch while some moved on with resolve. I gathered that my time had come. Learning that surrender was somehow the safest way to the goal, I took a step to begin my climb with an even breath and a searching soul. Cpoyright 1984 - Kathie Bird |