Marvel at the Non-Miracle

Another housecleaning poem…

Marvel at the Non-Miracle

The staircase winds up the stairwell
a spiral forced into a rectangle
up and up beyond where I can see
the end of it. I know
when I reach the top
the view from the lighthouse
is straight out to sea
because I cannot look down.
The small window beside the stairs
lets in a breeze
though it should not be open.
The narrow treads of
the stairs are
not wide enough for my entire foot
to step on
and so I climb
on my toes
flight after flight
to the top
on faith.


Honolulu, Hawaii, 2000.


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