May 16^th, 2024

Wanting to go to the eastern cliff
Setting out now after now many years
Yesterday I used the
Vines to pull myself up
But halfway there wind and
Mist made the going tough
The narrow path grabbed at my clothes
The moss so slippery,
I couldn’t proceed
So I stopped right here
Beneath this cinnamon tree,
Used a cloud as a pillow and went to sleep.