Plateaus

somewhere, standing stealthy,
is the thing i'm waiting for,
what it is i'll never know,
i'll only know that it is,
that it always will be,
and that i'll always be
waiting for it. . . .
the times of waiting
are the rungs
of the eternal ladder
that we all
must ever climb
step by step'
the endless ladder called Time . . . .

1986