My First Mountain Hike

Once we get past the meadows, bogs,
and woodlands we arrive at stone and moraines.
Our serious ascent begins
past the tree line on the north side.

The cloud comes in low,
and once we can’t see our hands
when we stretch them all the way
in front of us, we give in and sit
across the small path covered in scree.
My backpack against the rock face
I fall asleep dreaming of the big fall,
wake to an alpine world
of dazzling peaks.

Going on to the top I get
vertigo looking up, struggle
along non-existing paths, cling
to the hard rock, my hands
are bleeding. I look down
the two thousand meter
sheer drop and know that
all the mountain has to do is

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Rose Mary Boehm

Rose Mary Boehm

A German-born UK national, Rose Mary Boehm lives and works in Lima, Peru. Author of TANGENTS, a poetry collection published in the UK in 2010/2011, her recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in a good two dozen US poetry reviews (online and print).
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