Day 59: My birthday tower

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

 

 

 

 

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