I Can

The odds are against me
I am not sure if she loves me
the world is cold
I am afraid

I hear indian music playing
A dark pale light cast
something gleams in the dark
I am alone

I reach into the bag across my belt
the talcum makes my hands dry
I jam my hand into the cleft of the rock
and with my legs press up against the sky
I am tired

The spider is white today
I have safely bivouaced beneath a ledge
I close my eyes and the pale light returns
one goes east. one goes west
both from the same wins blown
sleep is dreamless
regeneration
I awake
feeling slightly horny

The mountain of black glass feels cool to the touch
lightless, gleaming, smooth
Each bolt, piton, rope - holding fast
Each purchase , my friend
Each ledge, my ally
Sometimes even my lover
Will you betray me?
And smoothly, in succession, my holds blur
I fall into a rhythm
three on
one off

And then somehow I am on top
And I look over
my legs dangling over the ledge
I want to hold on to something
I want to embrace to void
I am terrified of it

I want to bind the world with strong, soft rope
I want to make it so that you are forever safe

I look out over the ledge
still struggling to find the words
I whisper the words
Yes. I can

Into the void

Comments

M@ said…
That'd make excellent advertising copy for either REI or, let's say, the state of New York.
I have missed your words...how powerfully they still rip from you to me. Thank you.
Anonymous said…
Poor Lady Sheridanne. There went another woman relegated to your Peanut Gallery, right there. How long did you allow her to last?
So stupid.

Make sure you show the kids the Titty-Feeling Booth this year at the Lying Posturing Asshole Gathering.

You *should* be ashamed of yourself, but who knows what’s going on in there.