A Glimpse

Brooks Macdonald, Guest Poet

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Stare at the ragged skyline

Bouncing up and down

Still stubbornly far away, too distant

For many to consider traversing;

 

Yet with each bounce draws nearer, until

It’s no longer something to gaze at in wonder

But to curse beneath your feet

As you painfully go up as mush as forward

 

Then at the former horizon with muscles fiery

Vision blurry, head pounding, desperately hungry

Sink to a crouch, head in hands

Recompose yourself, rework your resolve, and look out.

 

Crack a smile as you find where you’ve been

And wince as you gingerly start back again.

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