Sandstone towers twist toward the heavens,
caressing cirrus clouds.
Yet perilous cliffs
wait for mortals to slip,
and with gravity as their accomplice,
plunge them back to earth.
“Mom, can I climb this one?”
Images of him falling fester and fill my mind.
But he looks at me –
the confidence of Hercules on his face –
and I nod,
releasing my demi-god to conquer his Olympus.