Thursday, 15 July 2010

Climbing, Not Today

I don’t think I’ll go climbing –
I would, but not today.

That mountain would still be there,
If I softly crept away.

That slope, it seems more treacherous
And, with each year, more steep

And I am growing tired,
My eyesight growing weak.

I cannot see the top,
Now the mists are hanging low

But clouds surround the head of this,
My Kilimanjaro

Frames itself, each morning,
Through the shutter of my eye

It pictures me awake,
But, still, I cannot climb.

© E-L Cartwright 2010