i am working on a bundle of things right now and they are all hush, hush.

so, i have dubbed this ‘poetry’ week.

this is poetry by my definition,

maybe not yours,

but fun nonetheless.

halfway down the stairs

is a stair

where i sit.

there isn’t any other stair quite like

it.

i’m not at the bottom,

i’m not at the top;

so this is the stair

where

i always

stop.

‘stop’ taken from 37:7 in the book of job.

this piece of ‘halfway down’ by a. a. milne.