Analysis of The Climber (for Tsequi)

Struggling ever upwards,
he climbs his mountain.
Reaching for a new hold with one hand,
the other reaching back to me.
Encouraging me,
hand patiently stretching backwards,
waiting for my grasp.
As I touch his fingertips,
I feel his strength pulling me
up to him,
beside him on the ledge.
Shifting his weight,
stepping aside,
making room for me on his ledge.
Then, moving aside as I pass,
allowing me that lead,
as I reach for a new hold,
hand stretched back to him.
We dance this dance up the mountain,
each, in turn, taking the lead.