I Am Not
A poem I crafted driving at night in the cold and drifting snow for a creative writing class the following morning... I Am Not There is more to a staircase Than what meets the eye Stair by stair They send us places We never thought achievable Some are spiral Others switchback Some go down to lakes Others up to courthouses Some are run-down and rugged Others grand and never ending Some made of wood Others carved of marble They fill stadiums And illuminate movie theaters They can provide mattress sledding hills Or even be golden Another can lead the way to heaven Some of the greatest leaders Found a podium at the end of one A staircase that changed the world A staircase can add levels to life Ones I’d never seen A step of appreciation I gained For my sister is an architect And I am not