On Everest
I stand on top of world. I’ve won!
I’m a statue frozen solid -
On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.
I took a showering from cloud.
I’m bitten up with frosty snow.
Too late for me to brag out loud.
This sunny sphere won’t help unfreeze.
On Everest, I’m cold of brain,
Too full of pride, to bend my knees.
Could artist rush to see me there,
and would he chisel me like wax,
to find my form - for I am bare.
And would a poet shed some tears
and make believe that I was brave
or struggle with our greatest fears?
Who’d music bring to sing of me?
Are sirens here at top of world
and have they climbed so far from sea?
On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.
There, fire and ice at loggerheads.
Deceived of life - it’s death, I won.
8/31/2022
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