I think that a hill is something 
 that is just not quite a struggle 
 to travel. I have climbed and 
 been held in the climb of 
 many hills. This hill is what it is 
 and nothing more. I scaled it on 
 my knees because it is easy to 
 pretend anything is a struggle 
 on your knees. I was muddy and 
 there were fruit flies who must have
 Mistaken pink cheeks for the blush 
 of strawberries ripening 
  
 Beside the shed that sits at the top 
 a colony of ants had made a hill 
 of their own and I held my muddy
 knee beside it before turning and 
 rolling my way back down