language cannot convey
the depth breath beauty or challenge
of poets' felt vision
yet poets persist
it is a mountain to climb
seemingly impossible
but you take the first word and begin
climbing resting struggling
exhilaration - moments when it seems
you'll make the point
then the scaling feels endless
but you keep going for the moment
you can lift yourself up
and plant your signature
on top of the world briefly
knowing the wonder of it is still buried
in stoney words
yet the rock contains a light
never anticipated
