When the mountain laughs,
maybe it’s time to trek down a bit,
blisters and aches.It’s easier going
where you’ve already been.The snow’s no more shallow,
no less in your face;
the sun’s glare, no less blinding.But the holes you trampled
on your first go up
remain to guide you.So get yourself to a lower altitude,
where you can breathe a little easier.But don’t sit down.
Don’t loosen your boots.
Don’t turn your back
even for a second.Wait for the mountain
to nod off again.
And get back at it.~Jo R. Hawke
Originally published in The Ninety-Eight Poets, edited by W. Scott.
Oh, and see that cup below the driver’s-side door of the Mitsubishi? 
