by Anam Studer
Three years ago – November 1st –
A party of tenacious comrades
undertook a spontaneous expedition,
aiming for the forest’s pinnacle.
The vastness of this land seemed to be
marked by their shadows sinking in its depth.
By nightfall, respite would they experience.
Within sight: gloom. Within reach: shelter.
Left almost stranded, unswerving, freezing,
as if dwelling on the biting breeze.
The temptation to flee, they resisted,
when – amidst the realm of the forest –
a beacon of light,
led them to the peak of their quest.