Yesterday, you and I hiked steep slopes above timberline together.
Yesterday, we scrambled to the mountain’s rocky summit, shouting;
Yesterday, both of us could see for miles into the future’s glorious vista.
Today, we sit on this boulder, gulping for oxygen and squinting at horizon.
Today, trail is precarious scree and semi-obscured by fog of fears, tears
Today, we rub our aching muscles and commiserate with breaking hearts
Linking this poem (revised from an earlier version) with d’Verse Poets today. I’m hosting “poetics” with a mountain theme and the online pub opens at 3 EST. Come join us!