Halfway down the stairs
is a stair where I sit.
There isn’t any other stair quite like it.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
so this is the stair where I always stop.
Halfway up the stairs
isn’t up, and isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery, it isn’t in the town;
and all sorts of funny thoughts
run round my head;
“It isn’t really anywhere! It’s somewhere else instead!”
I also like to think of this poem as being not just about exploring unusual
thoughts that the middle step may bring, but also in terms of sitting in that
particularly midway place (to not look too far up, or too far down
metaphorically), to give yourself a breather from problems that life may
throw your way. Not as a long term solution, but as a short term one when
things feel too stressful. As a short term, ‘I need to give myself a break here‘
Often, sitting there helps. Plus, there’s the fact that people tend to miss
the middle step as they run up and down the stairs, leaving it with the best
bit of choice carpet!