Rock Climbing Bliss
My hands caress the curious shapes
And search for hidden cracks and nooks
Like blind men touch a lover’s face.
At last a probing finger hooks
Around the slender sandstone waist
Of a small pillar. On a ledge
I stand on tip toe. High above
My fingertips just reach an edge
That juts out sharply. And I crimp
And hold the tenuous grip and pull.
I jam my foot right in a crack,
And lift my body. I am full
Of joy and happiness. I climb!
The bloody knuckles and scraped knees
Don’t matter. As I near the top
My hair is waving in the breeze.
For contest A Body of Work
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Body parts used (in order of appearance):
Hands, face, finger, waist, toe, fingertips, foot, knuckles, knees, hair
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2016
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