A narrow path drops and leaps
from here to there below
and down seems even steeper
in evening’s amber glow.
Whether to start from here – go down
or start from there – climb up?
We’ll get a ride to either one,
there is no time for both
but, look, those trees are reaching out
to fight for every scrap of sun
and cockerels crow around our feet;
soon, soon enough, a day is done.
Upward stirs our muscles, blood, our heart:
we choose ascent. It’s hopeful, honest, hard.