We sat in the middle of the staircase
forcing everyone to walk around us
like water around a great stone.
We didn’t want to go up.
We didn’t want to go down.
We were tired of the transitory world.
What if we didn’t want change?
Where could we find certain constancy?
A lifetime of solidity is all we sought.
The results were less than encouraging.
We stayed on the stairs
until they crumbled beneath us
and we were forced to walk away.
Despite our best efforts
even the stable ground we sat on had changed.