To be stairs

Sure, steps always, but stairs?

Floating upwards

Built-in integrity

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

At sunrise

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