Emily Brochin

A Tremendous Will

If I hang my sweater

    just so

I may not remember the time

You took me up that impossible mountain.

Where it had rained. And there were no dry twigs to light (a spark.)

We walked down in dankness.

And though the trees were close and greenly smelling,

lights from the emerging campsites below marking the way,

I never thought for a moment

that I would ever have cause

to forget you.