LIKE A SLINKY

Written by: RUDOLPH RINALDI

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