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The Face of a Cliff

January 20, 2017

PROMPT: Becoming Human

 I look up at his menacing figure,
His features I cannot seem to grasp,
Serene, stone-faced,
So calm and yet so fierce,
With one frail hand I reach up,
Digging my fingers into the creases on his forehead,
And the wrinkles in his cheeks,
That come with old age.
Yet he stands still,
As I grope with the other hand,
Climbing up,
Ever higher,
Feeling his rough skin beneath the palm of my hand,
And his furrowed brow holding my unsteady feet.
I marvel at his stubbornness,
That he refuses to move,
Even as the winds howl and beat upon him,
And the eagles swoop up above.
With one more reach of my hand,
I feel the peak of his balding head,
The scarcity of shrubs coming into my vision,
As I tumble over onto his scalp.
And I understand now,
Why he remains unmoving,
With this never ending landscape before me,
For who would want to leave this view?


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