I CLIMBED THE MOUNTAIN
My lungs opened and closed like Baffa’s bandoneon -close to my heart in a rhythmical circle
In and out - in and out.
Ever so slightly my eyes lifted- slowly focusing on the space around me.
With a straight forward gaze I became aware of the expanse away from me and the expanse above.
I watched the tempo of the clouds with my chest high - at last my weight settled into the pleasure of the peak.
After the forever climb, both ankles relaxed and both heels held firmly into the solid ground.
Me, older, but there I stood, in my freedom
breathing softly into the comfort of silence
My hand reached quietly for the shoulder of my partner, my leader.
No need to pull him to me as we communicated with little contact.
Only once a strong breeze turned my torso and my hip into the sky.
Every muscle felt the sound of the wind- sweet music in the air.
In determined steps, one foot in front of the other, I conquered the mountain.
It was if I were dancing a, perhaps, tango.
Karen Lucey April 29, 2013
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