the cliff we climb, the rocks we grasp
the dew and doubt, that makes us slide,
and slide and dive, into mog and mire.
with urgency we vainly grasp the rocks we hold
that steady our climb—
we grasp the crevice of rock and vine,
we reach and reach and begin again
with fear and boldness brought about
by our perilous climb.
About the Author
Lisa Lahey is an Associate Acquisitions Editor for After Dinner Conversation magazine. She has been published in 34th Parallel Magazine, Spaceports and Spidersilk, Why Vandalism?, Five on the Fifth, and she will soon be published in upcoming issues of Literally Stories, Ariel Chart, Spadina Literary Review, and Epater Magazine.
