El Capitan (Scaled)

….the testimony of the other climber

                in the Jurassic Records....

Called well who climbs as a duet

with nineteen fingers up a spell

of particulars like razors in concrete.

It is a chess game and a logic tree

branching luxuriously in the brain

done as endless tasks and mindless pain.

It is a game of go, of place and area,

where the other side doesn't care

except to stand granite-still and stare.

But this is day. At night under ancient moons

the frozen face becomes a high white sea strewn

with glowing shadows hewn two-faced out of stone.

Of those monuments it is decreed: he will never speak,

and only find again as times gone by on another peak.

E. A. Costa  15 January, 2015  Granada, Nicaragua