Alison Williams

Scree

After we walked so far. Lying in the cave’s mouth, at the top of the scree slope. Head down, breathing, calm. I know this feeling, this immobility of sleep. I will not, cannot move. Then, without a word . . . a firm push with one foot begins the slide. Small rocks begin tumbling, gaining momentum, falling down the steep slope, turning, falling out of sight.

suddenly awake
gripping nothing
tight

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