Upon the mountain

Upon the mountain of excellence

My weary eyes strenuously gaze

Allowing no miasma of despair

My vision to impede

Albeit far-flung it seems

Attaining that height

Remains an inherent mission

Over ambitious perhaps, you may

Prefer to disdainfully tag my ego

An idealist in principles

Unrelenting in endeavors, alright

So my bottle of optimism’s half full

See, as you may wish it half empty

I tread on thin thread-like ground

On the verge of fissure

This voyage en route the sky

Though stretched, my destination

I must reach, on that mountain

Zenith I reside

Abbreviated it; Cliff, that’s me

And you,

Wonder what’s my impetus?

Step by step, grip by grip, and

This dream will materialize

Cold, freezing cold it is but I endure

Looking down where I hail

From distant it is, the apex

Where am headed to, appears

Just a hand stretch away

Then I’ll be up, up there

Upon the mountain, my providence

By Clifford B. Okumu