Escher's Stairs

Days and weeks on escher’s stairs

Facing only ever what is yet to tread,

How long must these ritual bounds

These lapping entanglements

Continue? Descending only to glimpse

Up on high my pensive self stuck

In transit. Clenching a banister

Head swimming,

And a tumultuous gut.

I’ll mount a rescue, peer into the gathered fog,

Map paths in the condensation.