Higher, farther.
Oxygen sucked from air and words disappear in vapor.
Clawing at the cliffs of experience.
Waiting for the memory to form from the present
And the make believe.
Knowing perfection cannot come
But hoping its cousin will delight on the page.
Crushing the fingers pressing on keys.
Exhales that sound like the pounding
and whooshing of waterfalls.
The climb to the pinnacle vacillates
Between folly and failure.
Hoping for fanfare.
Receiving a whiff.
God, needing you in it all. So much. Always. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.