Sandstone cap is sheer.
Handhold where
my weight is born
falls away from itself
and offers a bit
to be carried from the desert.
But I wish it to
remain holistic,
adhering to its home,
unified with sentiments
its own shade of yellow.
I grab another ledge,
brace a knee, slow
my heart and allow
that useless life
insurance to fall,
become broken slope,
a pleasure to foot ski
down later. The climb
still looms and more
untrustworthy confidences
await my desire
to finish what I begin.
-- Carol Hamilton