A Staircase Made of Mud By Ralph Gagliardo
More than once,
Into the abyss
Onto the rocks
…reached the bottom, my family said, I had no bottom, and for a while there it
seemed like they were right I got up a little
–because every time
I fell back down again. And again…(and)
then, I realized I still had the shovel. The same old spade I used to dig this damn well with, in the first place. So I picked up my little implement, removing one small scoop of my life at a time, I…
began to carve out a staircase…and you know something…?
It was that long narrow slippery staircase through the mud
— that brought me back home.