And so here it is
and the day dawns
to the truth that I am one year more
more than I was
before
The river calls
Two new duck families
Barely two days old
More old
more wise?
more me
The spiral continues upwards
like a staircase in the tower
that I dream abut often
clinging to the stone walls
I climb
Over the old ground I go
yet time and again
I am higher
I see more
same place:
different perspective
I dream that the stones steps
are worn away
crumbling
I lose my hold and
my stomach lurches
with vertigo
wooden stakes
replace the steps
but even they
are rotten and slippery
I lie
prone on my stomach
clinging
Yet on I go
upwards and onwards
I never fall
I have not got to the top yet
I feel the walls
cold and strong
as I climb
The tower
Is
I am just the traveller
Nwyfre 