There must be another world beyond the steps
One where people descend to disappear
Or another from which they’ve made the climb
From this temporal world to another one Blue Steps
In the meantime I watch them sit
And shuffle in their place until settled
And wait as they forget all breath
Until they are called back again
Perhaps in that other world
People whirl and spin so free
And dance and sing without fear
But what do they send back here?
Andrew James Whalan 