To be stairs
Sure, steps always, but stairs?
Supported intentionally from
The very first nail.
Instead of this flat thing,
Winding and never feeling
The full exertion of those walking
This simple path.
Never mind the location!
The path doesn’t see
What the feet are connecting with
Supported by mountains
A grateful pause of exertion
Amidst mountain tops
A respite from the perils of cross country traveling
No the simple path does not know what it is
Giving direction at a steady elevation
No stairs here, Praise God