Mountain,
By your appearance
you deceive.
“I can climb this I
do believe,”
I said then started
on my way.
Hours I climbed with
no delay.
I lost sight of the
mountain peak.
Under the hot sun
I grew weak.
I am so thirsty
and so sore.
I don’t think I can
climb much more.
I can see just a
little ways –
A perfect ledge to
spend my days.
Once I reach my goal
I can rest.
I admit, I have failed
this one test.
After resting for
a small bit –
I almost did not
notice it –
A better hold just
above me.
And once I reach it
I can see –
One even better
above it.
“If I can reach that
then I’ll quit.”
But another hold comes
into view.
I stretch up to it,
“That will do.”
Except a perfect spot
beacons me.
I reach it before
I can see –
It was not a ledge
but the crest!
I did not fail this
grueling test.
Well played, mountain, well played.

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I now have a new favorite poem. Thank you CK!
Thank you for reading! And this poem is available in my book A Few Words 🙂