Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Climb - by Debbie

I've been climbing
for years, I think.

The callouses on my hands
(thick with regret)

keep score
as I search for handholds

in the cracked rock.
Hand then foot

then hand and foot.
It's hard work but

I should be almost there.
I just wish I could

remember what's at the top.


  1. Maybe I'll fall
    --Probably will--
    But you're there,
    Above and below,
    And I know you'll catch me
    Should I let go.

    So here I am climbing
    --I can see your smile--
    My hands reaching, feet grippping
    And I think to myself
    That I only climb so high
    Because I want to freefall into you.