These Final Days
I spent the morning getting things ready I sharpened my tools I packed my provisions Arranged them into a convenient bundle That nestled comfortably between my shoulder blades Then I started climbing Hours later I reached the summit The apex of my world Cloudless sky in every direction The entirety of the mountain under my feet I can see the dark forest from here I can see the dank swamp And I can see my grey house They are closer than I remember I don’t want to go back I will die free on this peak Rather than return to those traps I will rest here, these final days.