Jacob’s Stepladder

by Mark J. Mitchell

The cut stone
consoles his groping feet. Wings brush past him.
—Denise Levertov

Friends of the middle distance
                        climb stairs one by one
                                                pulling each riser

up behind them. Then
                        placing it, just so, above
                                                the empty air.

This gives the next friend
                        of the middle distance
                                                a nice, unclear place
to stand.

            They never grow tired of this.

::

Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Roshi San Francisco, was just published by Norfolk Publishing. Starting from Tu Fu was recently published by Encircle Publications.

Image: Xin

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