Poem-A-Day: Day 276

Looking Up and Down

The base of a challenging stairwell
stares blindly up
looking for stars,
but sees nothing more than peculiar turns,
floorboards are words spelled particularly similar,
but stepping partially out of bounds
before coming to a dead stop
against the corner of a brick wall
windowed slightly with small curves of glass,
and draped in blonde colored curtains
cutting the light from the stars outside,
as the specters straggle from the cul-de-sac
that seemingly starts at the top of the stairs
and stares down the world,
looking for strays.