Up There: A #TankaProse

Breathing hard. Heart racing like never before. I lean against a pine. The trail continues. But will I?

Step by step by step.

Until the rocky apex of Sentinal Dome appears. The climax of the ascent before me, I pour out the last of my strength to reach the top.

The whole of Yosemite valley opens before me.

the falls

a ribbon of silver

on granite

a symphony of wind

as an Autumn prelude

for 10/5/19: Prompt: (Gerry Muse #175) – occasional tanka prose

UPDATE: published in Poet’s Salon: Up There!

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