the body knows the way up
the side, but I do not. there
is fear, the groping search
for granite holds, little ledges
I can't see, the feel of my slick
shoes slipping, pebble rain
descending on the two holding
my harness steady. there
is panic and remorse. but
the body knows this
is coming; it dissolves
fear with long shots
of adrenaline that turns
burning muscles into
steel. this alchemy,
the last push, a deep
breath, and the summit
of it all, the view above
the trees, and the safe
slow drop, descent to earth,
back among friends and firm dirt.
About Me
- megan.
- I love my life, especially on the days when it leads me to new people, better books, good writing, uncontrolled laughter, worn converse sneakers, shaved legs, happy babies, and chattering budgies. This is where I tell you about it.
3 comments:
Very good ending!
gautami
In-between state of consciousness
Fascinating! I love the idea of it being the body conquering the mind's fear and not vice-versa. A very visceral poem.
Vertigo! You caught exactly the fact that the body itself is more secure here than we know. Still terrifying though.
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