Hill

Ah that hill
same damn hill
that I find
or finds me 
this time of
year looming through 
fog’s dense desire
before I’d knowing
that I shouldn’t 
like someone reaching 
out into darkness 
but this year 
I chose to 
go around rather 
than up for 
up never got 
me to the 
top but rather 
to the bottom 
but going around 
well looky here 
the other side