Boulders

Can’t see the top
Wall of earth looming overhead
Against clear blue skies
The color of Caribbean waters

Cold, jagged edges stab at the sky
As I reach up to the next hold
I look up, scanning the jagged edges
Hoping to find some rest
Seeing only more hard cold surface

I pray sobbingly for an end
I search desperately for answers
But all I see is granite and stone

Each time I think
I glimpse the summit
I realize instead that
It's yet another chasm
Which I must conquer

The House That Touches the Sky

As you walk in, I see
The ceiling rise up
Above our heads

I look up to find
The roof, arching its back
Toward the heavens

Can you see this?
Or is it just my eyes,
Playing tricks on me?

I tilt my head back again
Expecting to find
Wooden beams stretching
Their mahogany arms
Up and away

But instead, I see that
Spotless blue that
The sky becomes on that
Perfect Day

White Waters

Rapids carrying me downstream
Can’t catch my breath
The white foams push
Swirling loudly around me

Through the fog in my eyes
I search desperately for a glimpse
Of rocks on the riverbanks
But they elude my sight

Gasping again, looking for sunlight
Cold fingers tug at my legs
Tossed around like an empty shell
My lungs drown in icicles

Then just as I surrender
To the icy slumber that is certain
Ready for sudden peace
The sun warms me
I am afloat, embraced by silence