The setback is living in your mind
like a creature that might speak at night,
as the voice of the bed
you so badly want to be away from.

But we spoke.

Time and space have thrown us rampant,
though we are thick as thieves,
like electrically charged magnets;
the pull lives in ours limbs and fires up our cores.

And we've been patient.

Now the hill shows its true height with every step,
footholds weak and taunting.
Each grip begins to feel unsure,
each second everlasting.

Yet we go on.

And we see the silver linings.
Rivers of mercury would kill us,
but we see our reflections and understanding
in the wonder of the thing.