Climbing (poem)

I am in love with height.
A curious ant or a dogged mite,
Exploring boulderous grit
And falling for it.

Tears and skin tears,
Tape and red smears,
Pain and dull shame,
Chasing tactile height again.

Stuck safely uncomfortable
Between rocks and what's stable.
Thickly jammed man wedge
Laughing happy for whatever's ahead.

Pulling, pushing, moving, stalling,
Lunatic crazy person risk-hedged calling.
By Sunday I'll be on the wall
Ready to go falling.