The Mountains Below

Max Patch, North Carolina 

The Mountains Below

Climbing the hill,

the sun beaming down,

something I can feel,

even when I've had a number sound.

Grass on my fingertips,

not caring how my body fits,

a friend when I had no one left,

a laugh when I was out of breath.

My legs walking farther than I thought they could,

my heart beating more evenly than it normally would,

my hands by my sides freezing cold,

my face to the wind, no longer feeling old.

Reaching the top, higher than the mountains below,

every dip a place I once was, but I no longer go.