Queery

*Not my best poem, but I still like it as a wee bit of verse for starting a new year. (also a not so subtle reminder that you need to send me to Scotland)

 

These are the steps at Pedan’s Cove, River Ayr, Scotland.  Click photo for more about this place

Queery

Where do the steps go
I want to know
Do they go down to the water’s edge
Or do they only rise up

Can you tell me
Where do they stop and start
Are they slick and wet
Or dry and sure

So many questions
To pause and to ponder
When I could just climb them
And see

I wonder
Where do the steps go
Shall I go and discover

Would you like to come with me
Or am I on this journey

Alone?

LM 2017