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.