Survey

I do not falter on my way up through the swaying trunks.
I see the point at which I am going to reach through the clearings and edges of switchbacks.
I have paused on this ascent. I have eaten rotten fruit, and at times my water seemed low in my bottle. I continue up.

I know for the most part he says he could not make it up these steep slopes, perhaps the uncertainty of his past footing would predispose him to believe that certain obstacles are not meant for that climb together.
But right there, pushing me along, pulling me on an invisible rope that is tied around his waist and feet planted deep into the earth to lever me upward. Never knowing how strong his bones make him.

Im going to find two mountains this coming week to climb their summits.
when im on top, it s no doubt ill be meeting him there.
look down at his clock, headphones in place.
and wonder about the next phrases to write...closing his eyes and seeing himself there for just a minute..
walking along ridges. and surveying out over valleys.

mapping out the geography.