Pinnacle
I stood, as if buoyed up, atop a crag,
unchanged (yet somehow changed), not knowing why
my mountain-climbing friends could so much lag,
for I was where the pinnacle met sky,
but they were gone completely from my view,
and in the recess, then it dawned on me
my situation strangely was askew!
My vision was an eagle's. I could see
the roads along the shore where we had docked
before we'd started up each wrinkled slope.
Then further on, my mates, all sobbing, gawked
at someone motionless who lay with rope
in lifeless clutch. I felt no wrath, but peace
engulf me; I embraced my soul's release.
9/26/2014
An N/A poem for Screwed X Poetry Contest of Rob Carmack
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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