Return to Mount Tumbledown
The ridge-line broke its verdant back
casting stone on jagged shoulders,
here, millennial eruptions
hurled dantean hell-like boulders.
that night of flared intrusion,
delivered through embattled dreams,
adrenalin fueled confusion.
He’d climbed this bloody path before
like the stations of the cross,
and though through trials he won his war
it weighed on him as loss.
So, with weakened knees unfailing
he met the final rise,
to watch a pink sky paling
through older wiser eyes.