Sol 1848
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Some sol soon
an artist will sketch
a landscape.
It’s study rocks
and look for water
all day
every day
then one day
warm air spiraling up
from the ground
to the cold
catches your eye
and suddenly
that’s the only thing you see.
Every route
is a first ascent.
Someday the Fred Beckeys,
the Willi Unsoelds,
the Reinhold Messners
will lug up their gear,
clip in,
and climb.
A West Ridge will be cracked.
The South Ridge will prove easier.
An insurmountable problem
heralded as the Hillary Step
of another world
will eventually be conquered
with a ladder
hauled up by the next team.
Fixed lines and anchors
will be set,
and the Lilliputians
will have roped in
another sleeping giant.