Everyday life


My fingers run
Lightly over
The skin searching
Caressing the bumps
On the rock
The way
Is up
But I linger,
Looking for precision
And perfection
As my feet
Dance over the rock
The wind howls
But I’m oblivious
Senses heightened
Sight focused
All I see
Is grey textures
Hiding secrets
To be discovered

Back to reality
I’m back in office
Not in Italy
Not with sun-streaked rock
And my climbing buddies.
I’ll just have to wait
Ignoring temporarily
The mountains calling.


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