Ladders

Steps built in vision's metal
reach if fervent stretches towards grapes
clustered in tomorrow's sky,
juice tasted in the mouth
makes the mind drool
for a chance to squeeze
them in the hands
until you feel all
that is drunk in one's dreams.

So busy gazing at the hope
and lusting
for its illusive prize
while forgetting the need
to nail together
the ladders for ascension,
which make the journey real.

There is no sky out of reach
if one doesn't forget
you can't touch the heaven in your head
without a hammer in your hand.