Paradise Point: A Poem

There was a mountain in St. Thomas

Honestly overrated

Often overshadowed

By every other peak in the Caribbean


From island to island

Climb to climb

It always stood out

If only for its consistency


Only a concrete road

Winding through the hills and the oceans

Not particularly challenging or particularly beautiful

Only perfectly consistent


Like the mountain I climbed

So often in childhood

Accompanied by a father

So perfectly consistent


Every Sunday we would climb

Exactly the same

Orange juice at the bottom

Makeshift gym at the top


And in every step lay safety

The safety of knowing there would always be someone by my side

The safety of knowing no matter what

We would come back next Sunday


The safety of climbing alone in adulthood

All those miles away

All those years later

On that mountain in St. Thomas

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