Peeking

We slowly trudge

our way upward

and the horizon above us

is barely budged.

The moments blur together

into one long, unceasing toil.

Then suddenly,

we're floating.

I'm peeking

across

the crest

we're peaking.

A new view

emerging,

my stomach acids

surging

and rising,

the empty

space ahead

is thrillingly

surprising.

The way is down to rest.

The way is down to bed.

It's all

downhill

from her.

And that's

a good thing.

Descent

is a comfort

so long

we've been hiking.