By Susan Wagner


A mountainous wasteland

Oxygen molecules spread


So far apart, they’re nearly

Useless. Snow and ice reign


In this place of tested limits

And ferocious endurance.


To summit is the grail.

To return, is the trick  —


Over two hundred frozen

Bodies litter the range,


Their bright-coated bodies.

Left where they fell,


No way to transport them,

They belong to the mountain.

Susan Wagner, a former therapist, facilitated creative and poetry writing group therapies. She’s published poetry, short stories and feature articles for many years and taught both creative and business writing. Susan is currently finishing her second novel and is an editor with The Pearl S. Buck Writing Center.