This latest ascent, I took first lead;
we both recalled it from fresher years,
when we were newer, climbing harder,
reckless in our need to succeed.
The route seemed changed to older eyes;
we move in measured, smaller ways,
with precision, our motions steady,
we're still compelled to climb when ready.
Living insists we accept the belay
today, but maybe someday, maybe soon,
Something will change, our head or our heart,
but now, hold the rope and we'll make a start.