The Work That Keeps Them Whole
There is nothing elegant in them.
The wood is rough hewn and worn, utilitarian
The walls and banister have been repaired,
not always well.
They squeak and groan with every step.
they still lead you upward,
Not because of their age or failings,
but because generation
someone cared enough to repair them,
understood that rising is full of broken treads
and the work that keeps them whole
About this poem.
More about relationships than stairs. But it could be about stairs too.