This poem was originally published on 8 August 2016.

Hands quivering,
Shins shivering,
I approached the bridge of sighs,
With no time for dithering.

Heart fluttering,
Mind muttering,
I relaxed on the clutch,
As I sung to myself, sputtering.

Eyes well geared,
Lungs all cleared,
I attacked the ascent with vigour,
Aware of its high-perched leer.