Time to go,
The summit calls.
It’s way before sunrise,
No time have I slept.
It’s early, I’m tired,
That fact I accept.
I turn on my Headlamp,
To light up the tent.
Then fire up the stove,
To melt snow’s the intent.
I boil the water,
Must eat and hydrate.
And fill water bottles,
The coffee can wait.
Eat some oatmeal,
Oats and honey,
Find my sunglasses
It’s gonna be sunny.
I put on my bibs,
Inside sleeping bag.
Then finally crawl out,
But don’t lollygag.
I lace up my boots,
My fingers are numb,
I wonder if,
I have a right thumb.
Then out of the tent,
And into the morning.
Wind slaps my bare cheeks,
I think it a warning.
I look to the sky,
The stars overwhelm,
I’m taken aback,
I see a new realm.
So much to do,
And I’m feeling small.
Cold breeze makes me shiver,
I’m hitting a wall.
I fumble with gear,
Crampons, and rope,
My stomach is churning,
I think I’m a dope.
Then just at that moment,
Off to the east,
A full moon rises.
And backlights the peak.
The sight of the mountain
Is of no surprise.
It reminds me
Just why I am there, I surmise.
A warm energy of sorts,
Flows into my veins,
And melts away,
My various pains.
Enthralled and excited,
I rise to the task,
Put on my crampons,
And pull down my mask.
I tie into the rope,
Then take a first step.
No longer feeling
Cold or inept.
Darkness eventually succumbs to the sun.
The mountains awaken,
Each second to none.
Ridges and couloirs,
Faces and shoulders.
Headwalls and passes,
Crevasses and boulders.
A world full of stories,
That change with the time.
This morning I fretted,
But now I just climb.
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