you have found the stairway which leads away from, or toward? the place I scratched away the dark layer of a rock's surface and now that you, traveler, will take the steps, two by two, don’t slip. It’s been a journey hasn’t it? to have walked all this way on a little-used trail, climbing over basalt cliffs, through and beyond the far side of a shallow wash, down into a valley overgrown with cholla and saguaro.
Now that you can finally rest, the bones of both feet hurt, your mouth is dry. And now you know what has become a mark etched on the wall, a canyon echo rising up to greet you— hello? hello!