Taken on July 21, 2011
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!”
—A.A. Milne, Favorite Poems Old and New, edited by Helen Ferris
07.21.2023: I love that face on Jack. The eyes are all my dad, the Bertram in Jack’s name. When he was born on my father’s birthday, I had no idea how much the little guy would grow to be like his predecessor.