Ladder to the second storey

Half a dozen wooden bars
Ladder to the second storey


Couple of steps slither by
Broken knees seldom hurt.


Later
Steel bars….. Rotten bars
A mock trail


Somewhere up the way down
Bars crack
To strands
Here and there
You stare no where


It’s the second storey, they say.


Just two floors up
but
Suspended in the air.


You race
but
Move not


You swirl


Snatched
Squeeze
Thrown away


Three floors up
and
Five floors down


You lounge and look for the night sky


But, you
stare at the first floor
Tilt your head for the barren walls
Close your eyes for the dry patch lands


Roll over
Face down
Smell the earth below the foundation
hold your breath


You wait for the ladder
Steps 1 2 and 3

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