Above the ground
To climb up the mast, 50 meters high
was a journey I really wanted to take
in the midst of a forest in Sweden -1995
I went by foot, through thick trees
in an evening in summer
whilst a small rain accompanied me
making it all even darker to make true
At the foot of the pole, the telephone mast
I had to reach the first stairs
by climbing around the safety steel pins
pushing my body through its sharp edges
and then landing on the first ramp.
The rain was still just a gentle touch on the cheek
and the night was coming in fast
but I chose that particular setting
just to make it all more exuberant
Started to climb, at 8 a clock
my goal was to lift the cap of the light
at the top
from a white glow to a red shine
to make my presence known
25 meters up, I started looking down
wondering what the hell I was doing in the middle of the forest
in a tower with no name
but quitting then was never an option
so gained step by step more air under me
At 40 meters high I could see my house
that lay at the foot of the forest
with my mother and father drinking tea
and my sister and brother doing their thing,
but here I was, nowhere, and no one to see me
Kept going up, nowhere else to go now
and, after 45 meters, my eyes saw the end of my trip
the white glow of the light above all things
was a great welcoming
I came to 50, and so sat on a steel floor
looking around the world I know
feeling the greatness of being above
and so took the cap of
and there was red light for all to see
for me to show.
High up I was
in serenity.
Short story by Ivan R
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