The wrestling match was a draw
until he barely touched my hip,
and I fell broken, or did I fall
from the moving ladder, jostled
from my place, or did I see I Was
wrestling with myself, an argument
about ascents and descents, one
with the other or both together.
The descents were more numerous;
the ascents more holy.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.