Friday, June 18, 2004

Time Mountain

the rocky slope hampers my climbing,
scrambling between boulders,
jumping over empty gaps,
knocking pebbles, sending them cracking, picking up speed,
resting beneath boulders, slight overhangs, then quickly
continuing, eager to reach the top of

Time Mountain.

reaching the end of the rocky slope,
i gaze upward at an endess maze of
crevices: handholds and foot holds,
up the cliff face of

Time Mountain.

taking my time, i plan out a path
(i plan out my future) carefully,
crefully choosing my way,
up the last barrier of

Time Mountain.

testing each position, each hold,
making certain they hold my weight,
i ease up the cliff, cautiously,
trying not to overexert myself;
at a narrow inset, i rest,
for the first time noticing pats climbers,
lying broken at the base of the cliff of

Time Mountain.

turning away from their failures,
i climb on,
climb higher,
and higher,
and higher still,
my body aching, groaning for release,
but instead i continue to push
until at last i can see the sun
peeking over the top of

Time Mountain.

but the cliff face grows sheer,
flat and formidable;
anchoring my body, i toss my pack high...
it misses and starts to fall downward, picking up speed, until it dangles below me, my lifeline holding me to it, biting at my shoulders and waist;
carefully, anchoring myself tighter to the rock,
pendulumning the pack, side-to-side, higher still higher,
until it falls back into my hande, then toss it again up the cliff of

Time Mountain.

i watch it fly, slowing, until i can see it no more:
there is still slack in my lifeline, and the pack does not come crashing down;
slowly, i ease myself upward,
using and trusting friction and my pack, my last lifeline
from tumbling down the cliff of

Time Mountain.

finally, the cliff ends and i find
my pack in the hands
of a tree, a small tree;
looking around, i find i have not at all climbed a mountain, but rather out of a pit, dark and deep;
to meet me
is the tree
and a sign

CONGRATULATIONS.
YOU HAVE JUST LEFT
THE WELL OF HOPE,
AT THE BASE OF WHICH IS
THE PIT OF FALSE PROMISES.
WELCOME TO THE SUCCESS PLATEAU.

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