RUNNING UP THAT HILL

Remember the Hill?

High with handholds we'd climb

arm over foot

reaching up up up

into the heavens.

You remember how hard it was?

How often we'd try racing to the top

giving up to go home for dinner?

That was some Hill�

It got easier.

As our muscles grew

and winds whipped sand and soil off the top

We could always reach the top.

Eventually, there was no difficulty in hitting the heights.

You remember sitting up there

looking down on all there was to see

and how little that was?

I do.

I remember the whole process of mountain climbing

and how small

how irrelevant it all became.

I remember

and wish to God I could go back

to when I couldn't go up.

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