The trail rises, higher and higher.
A left foot lifts and slaps down,
bringing along a skyscraper of bones, stacked
helter skelter above its webbed base.
A right foot lifts, the skeleton rises and falls,
rotates, twists, strains upward, off balance
As a rickety shack, almost toppling,
But not quite.
At the summit, the bones settle to the ground,
elbows propped above raised knees, hands folded,
spine rests in a gentle curve, head tilts back. Still.