Daybreak: We Rise (Jagged Peak Palindrome) by Richard PaezDaybreak: We Rise (Jagged Peak Palindrome)
I've never climbed a mountain
but the image sticks in my mind –
when I stand, shoulders back,
I can see so high my eyes burn:
I can, I can, I can
I can see so high my eyes burn
when I stand, shoulders back;
but the image sticks in my mind:
I've never climbed a mountain
till now
and now
I climb, I climb, I climb ~
So many ways to lose your breath
this far up –
through such thin air,
vertigo
when you look down
by fingertips hanging,
death's head grinning,
and this exhilaration
is sheer adrenaline:
your whole world in a glance
your whole life in your hands
grip a little tighter
and laugh into the wind –
this is what it means to live ~
– too close to heaven to die,
so close to heaven we rise –
this is what it means to live
and laugh into the wind –
grip a little tighter
our whole lives in our hands,
our whole world in a glance
is sheer adrenaline:
and this exhilaration
death's head grinning,
by fingers hanging
when we look down
vertigo
through such thin air
this far up
so many ways to lose our breath
this far up
through such thin air
vertigo
and the world spins
and the world spins
and the world spins
so close to heaven
we rise, we rise, we rise ~
I've never climbed a mountain
but the image sticks in my mind –
when I stand, shoulders back,
I can see so high my eyes burn:
I can see you though my eyes burn:
my sky-high sunrise
bursting into day:
you take my breath away.
~~~
for Kim 06/25/2010 Posted on 06/26/2010 Copyright © 2025 Richard Paez
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/26/10 at 04:06 PM I love this - actually felt a little vertiginous reading it - the form really works. |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/26/10 at 07:21 PM I was going to compliment the form as well. In some places it's terrific straightforward poetry, and in others it strikes a really well done lyrical tone. All of it equals out to one of your best, man. Really nice. |
Posted by Rob Littler on 11/10/18 at 08:47 AM reads like an opera to me, the voice, the most stereotypical opera you know, because I am ignorant, but it is the same opera i hear when i too am gripping the rock tight, pushing past the awe, and later...remembering just getting out of bed is defying death too...
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