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Day 12: The Climb
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“Jump off the high dive, woman.” She looks at him. No. Yes. No. “OK, have it your way.” He picks her up and throws her in. . 2 . “Jump off the high dive, damnit.” “NO. I can’t.” “Yes you can.” “No, I won’t.” “Yes you will if I have anything to do with it.” She pauses. He smiles. She runs. He chases her. She jumps in. . 3 . “Go on, you can do it.” “I know” she says and smiles. But she doesn’t. He pauses. She looks at him. “Why should I?” she asks. “What are you waiting for?” he answers. He waits. She goes and climbs the first step. . 4 . “It’s cold up here.” “So.” “I’m hungry. I want to come down now.” “No.” “Why?” she asks again. “Because you don’t want to.” “OK.” She goes one step further. . 5 . “It’s high up here.” “I know.” “What should I do now?” “I can’t hear you…” She contemplates. Nobody is there. She is all alone. What do I do now? Keep going. She doesn’t go. She tries to come back down, But something keeps drawing her nearer. . 6 . She comes back down and rests. She does other things to distract herself. He doesn’t care. He waits for her. Then, when she is ready, she asks him again. “What should I do now? Go again? Do you want me to?” “Do you?” “I do. Something is calling me nearer.”“Then go if you want to. Do it.” . 7 . She goes again, This time she is one step nearer. Suddenly there is a crowd. Only a few looking up at her. She is doing something newer. They are cheering for her. This is fun again. She climbs to the top and takes a peek at all there is to see. She freaks and comes back down. They pat her on the back, but she has a frown. “What’s the matter?” they ask.
“I didn’t do it yet. I pretended to. I didn’t climb the whole way. I didn’t jump off.”
“So. You tried. That is enough.”
“NO. I want to go again.” “Good. Then go.” . 8 . This time there is no one around. She creeps out into the night. She climbs the ladder fully and stands at the top. She sings her song to the mountaintops and the trees. She is free. No one is listening Or so she thinks. In the morning there are people everywhere, Crowding her for a time, Congratulating her on her mountainous climb. She is dumfounded.
“How did you know?”
“We could hear you.”
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P.S. So, what number are you on?…
Krista Moore’s “The Climb”, written by Krista Moore June 1, 2011, posted on “Krista’s ‘Little Book of Miracles’”.
Beautiful Krista
I love how your words allows me to look at it with less daunting eyes. As I read it, I feel that child-like spirit which feels less heavy than my more rigid and set adult mindset. As I read, I feel closer to that kid inside of me, more playful, curious, willing and wanting to venture to that region beyond the ‘defined’ and self-limiting boundaries.
Oh Krista … I loved it! Your poem makes me want to sing, and not just with my voice but with my whole being/spirit.
Thank you for this.
Applause … I hear you.