I am a fan of documentaries, and one of the most engrossing docs that I have watched in recent memory is Everest: Beyond the Limits. Climbing Mount Everest is a daunting physical feat, and one that even those who train for it often don’t truly believe could kill them. I don’t know why I was thinking about this today, but here it is. I’m not sure what it is quite yet, and I know it is far from finished, but much like climbing the big mountain, I at least have reached base camp.
Unstable at the steepest points,
squeezed and weaving toward ruin.
Questions shrink and slide into
the deepest holes, small coins snaking
through the bowels of a machine
dispensing fortunes in a language
we do not understand. Layered
against the wind, distances mislead –
mirages of sleep and snow, our shoulders
hunched with envy at descending
climbers, the air a robbery of breath.