Olympian – Woman in Camisole

Olympian

 

Sweat beads down

Eyes squint to see

The pole too high

For this Olympian wannabe.

 

Why was the crossbar so damn high?

Even the professionals

Were terrified.

 

Broken legs

Busted ribs

Bruised jaws

And the pole was split.

 

Up in the sun the crossbar resides

To knock down the Olympian

With who it collides.

 

The crack of bones

On the ground below

The snap of a pole

The Olympian’s turn was thrown.

 

He looked up

To see the crossbar.

With feet below,

And the sun blocked out

By a woman

In Camisole

 

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10,000 FEET

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10,000 FEET

10,000 feet and I’m all high strung.

10,000 feet and my muscles are wrung.

High above all else,

Here where the snow never melts.

An even greater achievement than last time,

To make this hard a climb.

Twice I’ve made it with determined intent,

If I am not to go back I think I’m content.

Massive mountains are now mini,

And round trees are truly skinny.

Up here where the air is thin,

And too long a break turns your limbs to tin.

Not quite at my mountain’s top which stands unreachable,

Yet I feel welcome as one of her people.

“Will this satisfy the little girl who wanted to go to the top?”

My feeling of pride knows not where to stop.

For I am 10,000 feet from where you look up.

10,000 feet and blessed with this close up.