Winter Prompt #14
Katahdin, behind my husband and our fifteen-year old son,
leapers both. Up from the pleasant green, the sunshine,
up above the treeline, up to the gravel steeps.
The knife edge.
(Just close your eyes and take my hand.)
Thirty miles of boulders, or was it one hundred miles?
John and Henry leaped from man-sized rock
to man-sized rock while I picked my way around
or crept up and over like a semi-torporous lizard.
Two goats and a lizard climb Katahdin.
The summit was in cloud.
There was no “view,” only miles and miles of cairns
marking the trail, or perhaps the hundreds of lizards’ graves.