If I have learnt anything today, I have learnt this.
There is no easy way up to anything,
only easy ways down, and hands are under
pressure from all angles despite the cotton grass.
The day's efforts are echoed back in rumbles
of approval from the forest. As the wind cools,
routes that have been chalk-marked
are scored in skin which we leave drying in the sun.
Few leave with a full set of fingerprints; all
with their rubbish and a sense of satisfaction.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment