Phew, I'm crawling back out of the woodwork for this killer prompt. Maybe it's because I've felt disconnected from my local writing community recently and have been doing a lot of rock climbing, but I couldn't help myself. shod in rubber. Ignore the thunder— uncertainty is why you came. Open your mouth when you breathe. gone tomorrow; taste them on the rain today. At the top, hook the metal back Leave your hands raw. Leave your feet bare when they return to Earth. The sand is soft in Muir Valley, and the snakes This is what it's like to toss fear, wet, across the ground where it will run in rivulets with mud and melting Trade it for laughter. Grin with bright teeth that know what it's like to fight gravity. This is what it's like to climb into the storm: Tilt against the rock, a crucifix The rhododendron and pine will be to your waist. Leave the wall clean. don’t bother with cloudy weather. clay. Spill it from chest and gut.