I never write about climbing because
it’s an overwhelmingly
physical act.
My ego pushes me to train
and stick moves,
ones formerly improbable
for my tendons, pulleys, and different-twitching muscles.
I love leaving my feet behind
and creatively breaking BETA,
communing with nature, and
doing what others cannot.
Outside the gym
and outside of outside,
I grasp and lean on every surface
to provide my constant fix.
The test-piece comes
from God’s route-setting,
and even then,
I know it’s silly
to be squirming around these
sediment deposits,
but hey,
it’s no sillier
than anything else we do.
