On The Top Step

October 10, 2011
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On the top step of the stairs
At the height of everything.
How wonderful it would be
To watch another life unfurl
To see each petal grow and brown
In a seamless fraying string
Of first steps and first loves
Shared beneath a sycamore,
Of loss and ache and quiet pain
Cursed at the bathroom floor,
And the realization
That all we have is to endure.

On the top step of the stairs
What was the height?
Did it lye in every simple kiss
Goodnight poised on pointed toes?
Or in the simplicity
Of silent understanding,
Of an arm reached around
To catch the pieces
when they fell.
Or in the power of letting go
When tears make heart shaped marks
Upon the carpet tread.

On the top step of the stairs.
Sometimes height
Only takes you further
From everything that matters;
To feel the warmth of love
To feel the cold of rain after a storm
To know the blue print
Would do no good.
And living is not to sit and wait and watch,
But to touch and feel and laugh and cry.
No, living's not too much.

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Libra97 said...
Oct. 15, 2011 at 5:48 am
I love the comparisons to everyday life you put in here. It brought the poem to a different level that was more human to me. The message here is great, you never cease to amaze me!
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