Foundry

So I ponder
Which crossings diverted the sight
Which stones marked with illusion
Which presumptions blinded the sense

And I turn
Looking back over the hills
Peeking beyond the cliffs
Sighting over the oceans

Yet I see
What was a chainmail now mere cotton
What was a ladder now mere string
What was a musket now mere marble

Then I resolute
To stand where the line started
To crouch where the prints smeared
To run where the gun blew

Let me lend a hand
To erase the fear and doubts
To smudge the indecisive roots
To firm the hidden blooms
Instilling confidence in tomorrow