The Journey

A Poem

Photo by Matej Drha on Unsplash

 

The Journey

We stand atop the mountain.
Snow covers our feet
Wind brushes our backs
As though dusting us off.

We have been here for hours.
We shiver.
One of us falls down.
Someone else bends.
Ear pressing close to mouth
Whispered dream

Two feet stamp
The earth is frozen
Cold brittles up legs
Bodies becoming less

One of us claps hands together
Sound muffled
Wind harder
Someone tries to sneeze
Frozen wetness
Icicles on upper lip

Three heads shake
The cold eats our will
Eight eyes blinded white
Lashes frozen
Sharp as pins against weeping eyes.

Four bodies atop a mountain
Three leave
Two argue
One weeps.

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