The mountains call when I seek to feel small
Where problems are pebbles in the quarry of the cosmos
The trees loom terrifyingly tall
With caches of creatures hiding in the hollows
Equal parts minuscule and mettle
I take on the challenge of climbing to the crest
With my offspring made muse, I will not settle
I know that I must put forth my best
Slithering snakes and scurrying squirrels cross my way
Roots, rocks, and inclines so steep
I have to keep hiking and cannot stay
Small creeks traversed by brittle bridge or long leap
At the height of tiredness we spy delicate alpine growth
Shorter shrubbery indicating the summit is near
An extra surge of energy now spurs us both
Love has finally overcome fear
After well-earned respite on the bald peak
We begin our descent, with challenges its own
By this time my middle-aged muscles are weak
I keep my eyes focused on every loose stone
It happens so quickly I cannot explain
My foot slides under me as I spin and fall
The shock of it hits me before the pain
And I realize I cannot even attempt to crawl
Roles reversed as my girl gives aid
She washes, bandages, and assists me to standing
Waves of nausea and swirling colors fade
As she encourages and waits instead of stranding
Several hours later we make it down, we pair
With a full story for the family to eventually hear
Because of courage and strength, but especially care
Love has finally overcome fear
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