Climbing Dark Mountain
John Lane

From forested summit humps
loom other ridges, not far off
but distant in their vernacular
texture as light diffuses
the valley one final time before
sunset. Is my mistake
to trust apocalypse, trade
falling light for certainty?
I walk back down the trail

unchanged since my ascent,
eyes adjusted, feet sure
and slow as night and day.

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