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