A Novice Unsure

Bent over the hovering stairway’s landing,
I crawl through my own ignorance
just to convince myself
that stairs are meant for climbing.

I go one step at a time,
a novice unsure of proper footing
and without a handrail.

I dare not look behind me
at the infinite darkness
beckoning me, “Just fall,
I’ll catch you eventually–
or so you think.”

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger