And on his muscle bursting
Journey up from that muddy basin
Skidding and cursing his labour
His tenseness calcifying
Chalked up in white pain
Over basalt, limestone, granite
He came to the apex
For a moment, he looked out
Over the whole majesty of the land
Light playing over the green fields
Light rolling over the turquoise water
He forgot his task, but dimly
remembered he had one
And began shuffling
his trouble back down
The load somewhat bearable
The journey somewhat lighter
