they said, “You can’t do that,”

and so we did

every step.

There was no path –

we made one.

The steps we took,

were stumbling steps

feet upon gravel

not neat and swept.

No looking back –

hand in hand we rose,

higher than the cant’s.

“Can’t climb mountains.”

Good we didn’t listen,

here we are, at the top

and not ready to stop.

Now, to climb the clouds.