by Steve Kline
February 23, 2017
Some days I had to imagine I was a climber
on some dangerous height in an icy storm and if
all I got done that day was to inch one hand upward
to the next solid handhold, grip it tight, and
prepare to pull myself up — whenever —
that would be something. And I had to give myself
honor and praise for finding a way
to move one hand a few inches
in one day.
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You learn to sift the pain, and
seeing a thing bright with promise and hope
and you cling to it and thus
your life goes on.
the imaginary climber
reaches a real mountain top
where sunlight washes him clean
and the bright sky rolls out
like some newly freed soul, lean
and hungry for the harvest.