The higher you rise

the thinner the air

The more that’s at risk

the less there’s to dare

As oxygen falters

your head becomes light

And looking above you

fear turns to delight 

The sun is setting

far over the peak

The summit awaits

whose answers you seek

With twilight retreating 

your flag in the rock

You enter the madness

— descending unlocks

(Memories Of Sagarmatha: April, 1981)