Posted by Small canyons hide in our monotony
In every city of one story or too many
Everyday we climb them up then down again
Sometimes we do it over forgetting where we’ve been
Others do it once and only for fun
Charity decides which stunt they make us run
Praying with our feet holding tight the rail
Step by step we climb to tell a tale
Of geography, yours and mine in slow decline
Some going smoothly leaving impressions so fine
Others must hope for excavation to see the future
Imprints of their climb in trade to take the tour
Put down your load one foot after the other
Every step a purchase delivering us to the future.
Climbing souls all looking for their heaven
They trip to the wall looking for a blessing
It’s in the journey taken at your word
Giving you a sign your prayers would not go unheard
Everyday the same, for every single step
Think of them on your front stoop as you reflect
You can see the wear the way you played
Slumping in late season in a saddle swayed
Like a nag to sell for which no one asks
Remember counting all the switchbacks
From the Phantom far below tranquility
Different kinds of stairs measure our mobility
Put down your load one foot after the other
Every step a purchase delivering us to the future.
Altitudes have little influence on our aptitude
Some make a warning not to sit, it’s rude
Others make a fuss not to run or jump
Some people in a hurry crash in a kabump
Take them two or three all at one
Coming down when you were young
How you learned pretending how to fly
Long before it occurred to think of why
Going up when you are old makes a creaking sound
Arriving puzzled forgetting what it was to be found
Down again the squeaking comforts paying its respect
To these small canyons climbed every day, every step.
Put down your load one foot after the other
Every step a purchase delivering us to the future.