Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Stairs to nowhere

It looks like you're climbing
stairs to nowhere.
It looks like that window's
cemented shut.
It looks like this foundation
is cracked, top to bottom.
It's a dead end,
a waste of time;
there's a bad feeling in my gut.
It's possible I'm too close,
my perspective is off,
and if I pull away
and lean into the light,
I'll see there's a walkway,
an escape hatch or path;
a turning point before
you fall into the hole.
But having fallen down these stairs myself
I find I cannot watch and continue breathing,
and so I turn away and listen with bated breath
to the frantic apprehension of my hammering heart.


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1 comment:

Bridget Chumbley said...

So lovely. Thank you for these beautiful words.