The Feels Of The Climb Poem by Kim Dang

Countless vertical steps upwards, fingers chalked beyond white knuckles

All I hear beyond heartbeats thumping, are exhalations.

The lactose buildup within these muscles courses pain through Elvis legs

Cheek skin feeling the gale's rush, my sinews mold

Past the next crack, dike, chimney, hold

Mental limits pushed willingly to encourage my joints to obey

A side pull, a stem, gamble of balance with my limbs

These conditions has my body dancing to an awkward rhythm

Beyond the horizon the sun teases me with its promise of warmth

Mussy hook anchors within an armshot - I'm home.

The top out, my broad smile, the breath taking view

A sketch descent finishes my finish line.

This inescapable love affair of climbing and life - intertwined.