Steps
Up or down, it’s all the same.
How the knee or hip strains under the planet’s
surge. Opposite, and unequally felt.
One knows pain, the other does not.
Forever spinning, we remain still,
moving in place. Wanting.
As the heart pumps,
stronger for its labor,
accustomed to the effort.
O at the Edges 
This reminds me – long overdue posting poem about steps at campus in San Marcos – walked and written the day I revisited my vastly-changed campus to hear you read poetry …
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ooh, I can’t wait to read that. That was a fun day for me.
LikeLiked by 1 person