Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Standing at the top of the stairs
Stopped for a moment in infinity
How did I get there?
I climbed the steps as a child

But this is something more
A hand stretched out - a mind opened up
A glimpse of the beginning and the end
An anchor for stranger times

Touch wood.  Feel the earth under your feet
Return to the unfinished chore
The wonder of a suburban afternoon
Made higher and lower than before.

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