Pull Yourself Back to the Edge

Pull yourself back to the edge.
From just where you fell those years ago.
Stand straight against the face that you climbed
Look up and contemplate from your starting point;
When done don’t move.
When done don’t think.
Enjoy.

The Peaceful night will engulf you.
The sharp stars will pierce your skin.
A wind that whistles in your ears
Makes its way to your heart.
The coughing breeze in your face
Mockingly stays long enough to insult.

Make peace with the vertical wall
And dig weary hands in it’s soil
And climb again until your next fall.

Don’t seek the peak of the ascent.
Remain head strong and hardy.
Legs commit to courage.
Look tense and deep and serious and big,
Move with gluttonous grace and
Think with rapturous thoughts.

Cold mud cakes and beer you’ll enjoy.
The warmth from her loins; a great trick
And the wasp that stung has finally died,
You left it’s winged remains in a hole.
She begged you to stay, hold on,
But the bottle you clutched was OK.

So we find you a little delayed
On your back thirsty and bitter.
Bruised and confused from concussion
But no one left to assist you.

Pick yourself up; Mess.
Pull yourself back to the edge.