Waiting for Baby I’ve done this waiting before, on a mountain Ten thousand feet, despairing For that vital break in the weather Rolling cigarettes, making another brew Reading Emily Dickinson, rucksack packed Re-tying prusik loops, adjusting crampon straps In a smoky festering hut Until ten days later the hogsbacks break a moment after midnight Out and up, headlamps umbilical rope, first slot opens Between rock and ice, belays over snowbridge Last two hundred only pain no strength remains in arms legs Cramps Summit Before dawn Sack packed again, waiting Reading Emily Dickinson after all these years No cigarettes, making a…