Three Cracks In The Granite

Stuck
at the bottom
of a nine
hundred foot
deep canyon,
I started jumping
upward
and hoped
for swift
evolution.

For all
the good
it did me
I could
have flapped
my arms
and willed
my body hairs
to become
feathers.

I guess
I could have
climbed
the sheer
rock face
but I could
not bring
myself
to pull on
this twisted,
scraggly tree
with roots
delving
three cracks
in the granite.
The risk
of pulling it free
seemed too great
a sacrifice
to save
myself.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney