Stairs

For some reason
when we see stairs
spiraling,
with darkness at the bottom,
we assume that is the path,
a journey
downward
into the black and lost spaces,
but just as often
it is the opposite,
a round and round climb
back into light.

About this poem

I love pictures of spiral staircases (this one I took in Munich.).

I’ve learned that what we see of people’s journeys do not always reflect what is going on in their hearts and minds.

Those two things together, yielded this poem.

Tom