It’s wood lined steps tapering,
Narrowing as it moved higher,
The teak polished banister,
Embellished with muslin and silk,
Wreathed with hued autumnal blossoms.
I look at it in awe,
As I tread softly on its steps.
It leads me up to a landing,
As I stand face to face with ticking time.
That refuses to pay me heed.
I gape at what has gone by,
And what will be.
It makes me stand at the crossroads,
For I know not which path to take.
But as I sweep the panorama,
I see both paths merging in distant lines.
They will bring me back,
To where I am deemed to reside.
I may digress and meander,
The myriad paths,
They would circumambulate,
And make me reach,
The destination of my life.