Releasing the Sherpas

By Campbell McGrath b. 1962 Campbell McGrath
The last two sherpas were the strongest,
faithful companions, their faces wind-peeled,
streaked with soot and glacier-light on the snowfield
below the summit where we stopped to rest.

The first was my body, snug in its cap of lynx-
fur, smelling of yak butter and fine mineral dirt,
agile, impetuous, broad-shouldered,
alive to the frozen bite of oxygen in the larynx.

The second was my intellect, dour and thirsty,
furrowing its fox-like brow, my calculating brain
searching for some cairn or chasm to explain
my decision to send them back without me.

Looking down from the next, ax-cleft serac
I saw them turn and dwindle and felt unafraid.
Blind as a diamond, sun-pure and rarefied,
whatever I was then, there was no turning back.

Source: Poetry (October 2012).

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Poet Campbell McGrath b. 1962

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Living, Life Choices, The Body, The Mind, Activities, Sports & Outdoor Activities, Travels & Journeys, Nature, Weather, Winter

Poetic Terms Sonnet