by EARL LIVINGS
I watch others dangle
from the massive rock tower,
figures on the mobile
of their ambition,
one achievement of many
for our quickening of breath.
I frame the chaos
of the sea that has worn
durable earth to this dare,
impose a posterity
on a venture never
repeated—the sea,
the rock, we climbers
and straddlers of joy,
scraps of light, sound
and touch scavenged
by time till only
memories remain,
then not even that.