Orchid

'Small but fierce"

I am sitting on the stairs

Where there are sometimes holes in the walls

Not  graphitti  but someone once left an enormous dictionary

Perhaps out of date

I took it because I love words

And my son is certain that Siri

Spys\on us

I took the dictionary

It was very heavy

Now when the power goes out

I can find the meaning of oligarchy 

But back to the stairs

You have no where to go

Forward is suffering

Backward is suffering

And so you sit

On the blue carpet

With the windows that span two stories

And these huge windows 

are the only thing glorious about this poem

This poem is about sitting on the stairs

But finding there is to be no respite between up or down

Both ways are going to hurt

Both ways are going to leave you out of breath

Both ways are going to have you hanging

Between orchids or death