Tag: Ubasute: Carrying Life to Death’s Mountain

I listen to his wheezeand watch the machine ascendfor a full breathe thenfall back down againand know I must trek to the mountain once again.Like my mother, heedless of self and for my sake, will he snap twig after twig to point my safe return?She died clutching a small cross,a loblolly branch,her bones resting on…