I took a step upon one stair
Then stepped off into thin air
When I touched down
No carpet there
Confusing. . .
I turned around to find the stair
And saw a tent standing there
I'm in another land it seems
Transported by some wild scheme
That I could not have seen
Entering the tent I find
The inside of the stair I climbed
I close my eyes and concentrate
I'm back standing on the stair
I traveled far to get back here.
© Lydia Lowe 7-28-2011
*written at Lori Brack's writer's workshop
*written at Lori Brack's writer's workshop
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