Typical Sunday used gear peruse.
Filing through overpriced
ultralights.
Old green rock empire robot.
Outdated, unwanted, undervalued…
“Perfect.”
This cam had chemistry,
To be there for someone in the
thinnest of situations,
In the wildest of areas,
Attached at the hip.
Now devoid of adventure,
Grown apart,
Told that it’s not the same as
when it was bought.
You’ve changed…no, I’ve changed
Only angst and distrust in its
capabilities. Embarrassed to introduce to others.
Unable to find the spark that was
once there.
Has been told one too many times;
“you aren’t enough”
This cam deserves better,
To be placed high up on a granite
alpine wall,
And as the pitch is being cleaned,
Forgotten.
Not because it is stuck,
Not because it was missed,
But because it can live up there,
Forever.
With the compass needle pointed toward a combination of good weather and better granite, Stefanos lives full-time out of his red Tacoma, enjoys spending rest days filtering through used-gear shops, makes all his most important decisions by flipping a rock, and is always looking for climbing partners.
