Climbing the Proverbial Ladder
Up, up, and away to a new location
but a higher title.
I’ve studied hard and long for this.
“What goes around comes around.”
I’m still waiting.
I climbed methodically, step by step
following the wrong proverbs.
Heads Up
A new baby was delivered to our church manger today,
exactly like the one that had its head stolen.
Or maybe the whole body was taken and someone
dropped it and ran away with just the top.
It took a week before anyone found it
missing in the trash nearby.
All agree that first baby Jesus was a treasure.
We’re considering a small tracking device for this one.
I’m no magi, but when did we lose sight of the stars?
The Washington Monument
For my brother, Dave
I followed you up hundreds of iron steps
inside the world’s tallest obelisk
stretching five hundred feet above the ground.
No, the sole elevator wasn’t broken.
We chose our way because we were young
plus you said “only phonies take the easy way.”
You arrived at the observation level first—
took a look around and saw the world as it was.
Then you turned to look for me.
I had a while before reaching the top.
Did you think to keep me in innocence
like Catcher Holden wished for his sister Phoebe?
If so, your original plan
didn’t work, and like the building
just gravity and friction held us together.
Since you’ve been gone,
my once naive heart has been
closed for repairs.
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