Climbing a waterfall,
all slick rocks
and wet moss
and at first
it seems so easy.
Standing on the ground,
strong earth beneath,
feels good,
a strong connection.
Find hand holds
and push and pull,
off on another adventure.
Climbing up,
and somewhere I lose
a secure connection.
In the roar of the falls,
nothing left under me,
but rocks and God,
so I turn my eyes up
and keep finding places
to put my hands and feet.
Every move a faith.
Holding on
and then pushing away.
Hand over the top,
pull myself up
and it feels good to be
on the solid face of the Earth,
under the sky
and exhilarated.
Walk to the edge,
look down
at the cliff I climbed,
there is pride,
but there is also
sadness.
The whole point of this
was not to climb
to these heights,
so I could stay,
no way,
this was all about
one big leap of faith.
Short run
and then,
I am in the air.
Let go
for a moment
of everything,
except gravity.
HG – 2021