Drops of Color
Do I go up the stairs
or do I walk down the stairs?
Who or what determines
where the stairs begin?
What if they never end?
Why is ascending the
path we seemingly aspire to climb?
Do we fear the descent because at
its deepest roots we could actually
discover our unseen selves?
I sat in the middle of the stairs a while.
I wasn’t drawn in either direction.
Up, down…in the moment I sat
The stairs did not crumble or fall.
I was not launched in a direction to soar
nor was I destined to plummet into
the depths of a hid-den well.
Can we meet in the middle?
Your thoughts, my ideas, your opinions,
my approaches, your style, my design…
From this middle ground—
I sit here on these stairs,
together, the stairs are endless
in ‘all’ directions.