Astronomer
Stone steps
To the top of the tower -
At least a hundred -
In a spiral staircase;
Regularly spaced,
Worn by many feet
And time,
Yet as strong as the day
They were quarried
Out of local granite.
Taking the polished brass
Handrail, I started to climb;
Eventually,
Stopping midway
To catch my breath,
And massage my aching calves.
Reaching the telescope at last, I
Smiled and gazed up at the starry sky.
Jack Horne for Linda-Marie’s contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2012
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