FREED VERSE

Oh, to be a hiker! 
     To have a hairline slicked back with sweat,
     feel the gravel under my feet,
     heels steps away from falling right off.
Oh, the breeze on my face! 
     Stinging, rough against my skin,
     a feat of human strength.
     I'd be a testament, time! 
A superman pose at the top of the world.
But, alas, 
I cry every time I reach my peak.