One of my mentors ice climbed waterfalls with me. When waterfalls freeze up in winter in the mountains, it’s possible to climb them! He must’ve known i’d need it in this season…..wrote a little slant poem for him today…

My teacher and i climbed iced over waterfalls once in mid winter mountains up north somewhere …

half way up, iced over, and iced picking through life’s
water fall cliff clime, Berkshires in rhyme, us; two men dangling, where they were;
we ate lunch as men, in time together half way up…
hanging there, on our particular hooks, considering….
vulnerable as leaders are; just then, a willow or wren passed, at least, or hawk’s relief flew through; something regardless (which i can’t recall fully), flew above us;
and maybe through us, as we reached upwards….

that teaching is still in my colder knowing bones,
my mentor friend.
Ice climbing waterfall in winter with you, went in.
Let’s climb on.