To dwell on time would hinder
The achievement
Because each step,
Each foothold,
And each handhold
Leads upward onto firmer ground
. Then gently, almost imperceptibly,
An inward sense of confidence
Starts to supplant the jagged, time-sense fear.
The gaping crevasse is no longer awesome;
The crumbling shale can cause no sudden lapse;
And though the mist still veils the waiting summit,
This buoyant inward glow urges me on.
