The Mountain Goat, an ekphrasis by June Schulz
He had been hard at work slowly ascending the mountain all day. He did not remember when he had started this journey, nor did he remember why he had to reach the top. All he knew is that he had to achieve this goal eventually. It was the sole purpose of his existence.
It was a peaceful yet lonely life. For all he knew, there was no one else out there, and he would never have a chance to interact with anything else but his own conscience. Looking down, nothing could be discerned except the dark blue sea, which seemed to go on forever.
It had been three days since he had seen a large object fall from above. It had left him quite scared, as he was near inches away from being thrown into the abyss below. Though it had been quite a while, it had not left his mind. Almost every second of his existence since the event had been spent thinking about what the object signified. Perhaps it was a sign that he was near the completion of his task?