Enough

I’m on another expedition to a secret place in an invisible space. I see the bodies, smell the waste, and feel their haste. Some are climbing, some are descending, and others are motionless in death’s ice.

I’m on my way to a
high place
in a secret place
in an invisible space
between not enough and too much.

There is a secret place on the highest peak known to God and man between not enough and too much. I know it exists. I’ve read others’ stories, watched their videos, and gawked at their photographs. They made it, but stayed only for a moment. I’ve been there. It’s as close as one can get to heaven without being there.

My Guide is
my ride
I have no pride.

I stood on the summit, more than once, but never stayed long. Either my hunger for more or my weakness from less brought me back to sea level. This time I aim to stay.

“Breathe,” He says.
“Never stop breathing,” He warns.
He gives me His breath, and
I am breathing
all the way to a
high place
in a secret space
between not enough and too much.

Permits are expensive, but I have a season pass. This time I aim to stay on the summit of the highest peak known to both God and man for the rest of the season. It’s as close as I can get to heaven without being there.