I still hear your soft words drifting
through the air towards me.
I can’t hear anything else but you
struggling to perch on that wall,
failing now and then for a foot hold
with your two sizes-too-big shoes,
and your shoulder length blonde hair
draping your face. I hear the sounds
that animals make as you edge
up slowly with your tangled body.
I glance at the photo of you,
spreading your arms victoriously
like an eagle after anchoring your feet
on that thin blade of a precipice.
You reached the top of that wall
with no broken bones. No one but you.
I hear you inhale and without exhaling
you whisper, “I did it.”
