They're angry. So am I.
Why don't they add that
As well? I climbed higher
Than any they'd seen,
Solo too - no one holding
My ropes - just me finding
The random crevice,
The little indentation
For fingers and thumb.
"But you've never joined!"
They'd said. "It doesn't
Matter what you do.
And you don't exist unless
We say so. Forget
Your climbing gear!" I
Kept to myself from then on,
Wrote my poems in places
They'd never find, but
The gods were not
Amused. One fall
Was all they'd give me.
