The Day I Scaled the North Face of the Eiger

I remember the elation, still...
Standing there – the wind
through my hair...being
so proud. A pocketful
of clouds scudding south,
and a flock of wild geese –
honking as they flew,
fretting the skyline...

My buddies, shouting,
‘Hurrah!” and Aunt Edna,
shrieking, “Ye gods, child –
come down!” The day I climbed
to the top of her greenhouse, newly
whitewashed, when imagination
reigned, supreme.