Two stairs down from landing
Sister and I safe
Neither half up, or halfway..
Hill/Mountainside braced against icy
Gust Mam/Dad below igneous lava erupt at each other two hills supported us till now
Silence, lounge door opens Mam climbs
Stairs/hill/mountainside, and as she speaks ice encrusts solid rock expands
Rock falls away making valley sides
Sister and I stand on Striding Edge razorback, serrated edge five years later
Cold mist, prevailing wind, ice brings wet eyes
Skyblue Flying Monks Air Venture Scout Sweatshirts, black M superimposed over black F. bird of prey with divorced Dad hiking Helvellyn, sandstone step gingerly damp slips hands/boots, Kevin Keegan Afro black sheep fleece flops side to side
 hiking boot midair, sharp intake, drop down to Red Tarn somewhere in mist,
Somewhere in mist Sisters/Dads hand.
Manoeuvre frozen legs, up, over, round,
Shifting from one side edge to the other,
Weeks with Mam, Weekends Dad,
Careful what you say, interrogation from both. Mist clears enough for summit sight. Time away at college. Focus. Careful to have three rock holds. Focus. Remember once summit reached always another higher later. My hands support Sister/Dad/Mam when sides fall away.