the ladder

Letting Go

There’s a fine line between helping and letting go

I climb the ladder

So many rungs

So high off the ground

I can hear you instructing me

“Please come down”

“The ladder’s too old to climb”

Climbing higher

Higher still

“Get down and I’ll fix you another drink”

“Please get down”

Then another sound

But this sound comes not from you

Higher still

Still climbing

Then the other sound, again

A tiny whisper

A crack, a splinter

Then a total breaking away

As the ladder breaks, I let go

“My god, no”

I close my eyes in the weightlessness

And wait out the time

Before I hit the