Jane Dards -- When We Are Very Old

Halfway up the stairs
is the stair
where I stop.
It’s too far from the bottom
and it’s too far from the top.

I take a little breather
now.
And why not?
The view is quite superb from here:
It’s got
the lot.

I’ll move on in a moment
if I can just recall
if I was going up or down -
or why I’m here
at all.