Half-way-man. Riddle. Who goes there
Knock-on-wood I do
As into that head hard I try to see,
Through soft greasy hair that over once
Eyes battened down against the suds
Water elbow hot I poured.
Robbed from a long emptied bath, in a long emptied house in a life I could not sustain.
Who are you
Poor Boy, your affliction
Cut cloth, chalk marks astray
— distracted —
Am I a riddle to you too
Love me do ya I often wonder
Do I love you
I wonder if you wonder too,
That time you told me you were scared,
Hard father who’s only way is up
Instead laid in the shade, me sat grumpy close but with no hug of understanding.
“It’s OK” I should have said.
No disappointment could you ever be to me
Only me to you, a dad I sometimes feel undeserving
Who just wants you to know
that I do.
Who are you
Question I can answer
As together, on Space Mountain
Our mountain, the only one we need to have climbed
I almost choked with tears
As — the carriage dropped — I heard you behind me
No teenage grunt
Nor cool sedation
Bright as lightning
Fresh as the daisies
Like you once made, long ago
Fourteen knocks back
Atop my shoulders
As I squeezed your baby legs
A Snickers bar costs 60p. Were these words worth as much?
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Andrew Kirkpatrick is a British mountaineer, author, motivational speaker and monologist. He is best known as a big wall climber, having scaled Yosemite's El Capitan 30+ times, including five solo ascents, and two one day ascents, as well as climbing in Patagonia, Africa, Alaska, Antarctica and the Alps.Follow @ Instagram