Like a Slinky

I walk to the edge of the platform Looking far Down the descending steps Knowing the bottom is somewhere out there And without thinking too much Move outward My black right shoe Goes forward and down Followed by the right cuff Of my black twill tweed trousers Leading the rest of me Like a slinky My right hand Grasps the right handrail For some sense of stability And control If only to slow down my descent To the bottom