as the twirling blade of an auger,
circling from one up escalator
to the next and next and next —
the path seems an endless loop
without perspective to detect the climb.
We work the steps, one to two, three
then four and five. Six, seven, eight and nine
with the last three ever cycling.
One climb reaches height, but the "there"
consistently recedes, ever out of reach.
It's not a maze, not an endless loop,
but ever pressing further, fuller,
moving into recovery, into joy,
into fulfillment without ever ending
the joy of the journey.
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| Photo by Pierre Metivier |
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