Downhill Poem by Faith Wood

I'll let you lean on me like that brick wall
I'll let you put your back agaisnt me like that tall oak in the park
I'll be that friend you hold
until you can't feel a thing
If that's what it takes to meet your standards

I'll surpass the clouds, be your sky
I'll fall through the stars, be your space
I'll scale the mountains, be your closure
I'll hang from cliffs, be your trampoline

What does it take to be
that log that dances in the flames?
That loaf of bread that crumbles?
I have courage to face the distances
and the never-ending waits in long lines

But if the brikes break, there will be no wall
If that tree bends, there will be no place to lay your back
If your friends are lost in highwater
there will be no one to hold you
so down the hill
we go.