One Step of the Dark

A poem of a soul who wanted to jump because she just used to think that she could never really learn to fly

Under me there lies one step of the dark

one step forward and downward and – – – exhale

Among bars of the railing a hundred of little lights get spilled They dance like if they really existed

But when I close my eyes they don’t That single step of dark however – it remains

And who would even care if two little lights under eyelashes would just burn out one step the rest of the hundred wouldn’t notice – – – one step downwards

And me having already fallen through the fingers from the palms of angels’ without them teaching me really to fly maybe I could try just once something real

each of the floors like a decade

I was 72

(What a surprise it was when she found her wings in the end.)

November 1, 2019