Staircase at Fifteen

staircase

 

Staircase at Fifteen

Ascending, her centrifugal
influence captures me

and I follow,
breathless,
witless, wordless,

despite all longing
and shared

discretions, in spite
of the thundering
pulse
and the incessant
demand to act
or run.

She pauses, looks
down, sees
nothing.

Suddenly freed,
spinning off
and slowing down,
shrinking,

far below, on equal
footing but so
apart,

never to meet
in truth, unable
to define direction or

motive, I remain
fixed as she moves
higher, far away, close

but up,
always up.

 

planetarium

 

9 thoughts on “Staircase at Fifteen

  1. There are so many inclinations I had to talk to boys when I was young but fear of rejection stopped me. What a beautiful way to describe this fear of pain, rejection or even meanness we can be stifled by. Getting older has certainly changed that for me. Yea!! Great stuff thank you. Love Jkc

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