Winter Drive

i crawl slowly down
snow-covered, slippery roads
rubber bonding with

asphalt to keep me
tethered to reality
as my mind tries to

slip into other
avenues of thought like so
much ice underfoot



there in the distance
hazy peak reaching for blue
my mountain to climb

journey forward and
up a jagged precipice
my fingers bloodied

I will not be left to rot
upon this dark rock

this mountain, though of
my own creation, will not
be my final death

For the Haiku Horizons prompt “climb.”