Sieze

It started with the seam,
before it moved to the collar,
and before I knew it,
my shirt was on fire.

Sometimes it takes a perspective
from the bottom of the mountain
to realize how tall you were
when you stood at the top.

I can almost feel the passport
in my hand,
clutched tightly.
Oh, this is humbling.

I’m not ready for it,
But my head is looking north,
and once I reach the top again
I’m never coming back down.