The mountain is silent, waiting
when a climber slips
—my heart closes its eyes—
driving on black ice, crawling
more slowly than the ancient Sybil.
*refer Emily Dickenson
when a climber slips
—my heart closes its eyes—
driving on black ice, crawling
more slowly than the ancient Sybil.
*refer Emily Dickenson
-my heart closes its eyes-
ReplyDeletehow is it then that i can even see its eyelashes?
absolutely, you have captured this moment.
xo
erin