(Three-quarters of the way through this. This year has flown by. I don’t know if this challenge has anything to do with that. Either way, it’s fourth quarter time. Day 273…)
What you see
When seventy-one inches is the same as staring up at Everest
And the arduous climb to the summit places intimidation on your chest
Is nothing but me
What happens when one decides to stand atop his obstacles
I’m not a mountain of a man.
Just a man with enough faith
To believe the base makes the size of hurdle daunting
But with one foot in front the other
The peak gets closer
And my head is much closer to the divinity
You feel when looking at me.