|Longridge Fell and Pendle Hill, photo by Dr Greg|
The Anger that led me upward still lives
but at my side, not running out in front.
She lets me know I am alive, there’s fire
inside I need not share with all the world.
I love and hoard her presence as my guide—not
goad—now that I approach the mountain top
where I’m surprised to find the path is wide
enough for Anger and Love’s company.
Yes, both! They’re attracted to each other
and me in the manner of friends who would
rather gather than walk alone. I’ve seen
this, but feeling it myself is new, welcome.
Love has been here all along, but we walked
single file with Anger leading and Love
trailing behind. This works better. Anger
still signals, but Love and I make choices.
And we three help each other as the peak—
the blind corner known as the peak—comes near.
I feared the top, but they promise me views
I couldn’t dream before, new paths and change.
This mystery gives me energy
I haven’t felt in years, and I shake off
the certainty of Sisyphus. We move forward—
upward—hand in hand, partners at last.
In Poets United
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast