intrepid adjective in·trep·id | \ in-ˈtre-pəd \
Intrepid (the poem)
As if the rock wall were a ladder, you climb. Practicing, rehearsing diligently for days on end has truly, truly prepared you for this moment. Repetition is the friend of memory. But it is not always friendly to sinews, tendons, carpals, and tarsals. We humans are fragile creatures. No matter how we may protest, we cannot escape the truth of our finitude. You, on the wall, reject — however momentary — the fear of that finality. You, brave heart and practiced limbs, climbing those seemingly solid stones. In my youth, I hopped with my friends across boulders. It was in one of those moments that I discovered my hunger for solitude. You see, I was faster across those mighty rocks than my peers. Out at the end of a stone jetty (I don’t know where), what seemed to me to be far out to sea, I drank in the Alone that was my other friend. And so, to you dancing with the rock wall, I raise my glass in thanks. You have reminded me of one part of my True North. As you dance on to the top of the mountain, I adjust my course and track towards home.