Come find the stairway.

Its length and height

Are beyond our sight.

Climb the steps anyway.

*

Enough space to store

Our thoughts up there.

Pinprick a prayer.

Dare-drop and explore.

*

No cantankerous cough.

No cobwebs or clutter,

Not even a flutter

In the loftiest loft.

*

Up in the Attic

Celestial boasts

With Imperial coasts,

And absent of static.

*

When it’s a rumble,

And I get full of myself,

Upon an empty shelf

Stardust lies all humble.

*

Then I’m adequately small,

Under the overwhelming.

Orion’s belt shrinking,

While stars slip and fall.