The Ladder
I
Had
Once
Wrote
That I
Climbed
A ladder.
With each
Step up, the
Rungs turned
Into tree limbs
Made for squirrels.
My sprightly arms
And legs transformed
Into wrought iron wings.
I perched to take to the air
Like the glorious albatross,
But the weight tugged and
Thwarted a new freedom
From the physical world.
I’m only a nonfictional
Descendant from man,
Descending a ladder
One actual rung at
A time. With no
Help, alas from
A premature
Fantasy that
Will make
Me want
To keep
Going
Up.
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2013
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