August 11, 1992
Before me
Lies a staircase.
So I begin
To walk on it.
Some of the stairs
I see
Are bland and dull
While others burst
With color and excitement.
The walk is hard
At times,
Going up steep hills.
But sometimes
It is easier,
Because I coast
Down the other side
Of those hills.
Parts of the path
Are quite confusing,
Winding and zig-zagging
In what seems
To be circles.
Then later,
It straightens out
Like an arrow.
And that is when
I look back
At the staircase
And realize
That I have been walking
The steps
Of my life.