I had a fall last night while climbing,
It came unexpected.
All of a sudden – the abyss
And over I went, couldn’t get a grasp,
Down, down into the swirling mist.
I lay there for hours
Not moving more than an inch,
This bruise and that cracked limb
Shooting needles through my body,
While I reviewed the roster of past sin.
Someday I’m going back to the flatlands
No surprises there.
The wide open sky without clouds for days
The sun and wind rolling like a pin
Sometimes so bright in a thickening haze.
Sometimes so empty, for miles
You can see every detail in the land.
That’s what I’d like –
A little predictability. Someday I’m going back,
When I’ve tired of climbing and have things more in hand.
© 2002 James St Clair