Who is Tough Enough?

2015-05-21 16.59.26
in the shadow of Mt. Washington at Pinkham Notch

I cannot sit down in my room

unless I want to brave

the grind of sand into

the backs of my thighs.

I do nothing there but sleep,

search for a pair of clean socks

before my morning shift.

I even read in other places.

The guys in the old boys club

run mountains

on their days off,

in the wee hours between shifts

in the kitchen and the storehouse.

Here summer in, out,

winter in, out.

They are not at the bars or clubs tonight

or any night.

They are sinking on the lounge couches,

watching Harry Potter

with empty cans of Pabst on the table.

We are the few women here,

Sandy squished between John and James on the couch

flipping her hair, Marlee quiet,

legs crossed on the ground,

and me leaning in the door frame

looking on, thinking I should speak

and not knowing what to say.

Here we are wondering

if we are tough enough

to get by.

2015-05-20 18.36.36
testing the Wisconsin legs on my first hike in many months!
2015-05-21 18.38.48
found: art in the guest log book at Pinkham Notch Visitor’s Center

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