In Limbo

Candy floss in the sky,

Soft, pink and luscious. 

Casper and Wendy,

Flights into fancy.

Sitting by the window,

Still conjuring figures,

I play I Spy as I was wont to,

When the puffy clouds floated by.

But there was barely a cloud around today.

Just words, floating out 

From years gone by.

Truth, kindness, respect...

They hung in the air.

Labour, loyalty, duty...

The words climbing up,

Like the rungs of a ladder.

I climb, and climb and the steps keep growing. 

Knowledge, expertise, compassion, accommodation, tolerance, compromise...

Halfway up, I look below. 

The first rungs are barely visible in the smog from earth.

The crescent moon beckons 

But there's commotion underneath. 

Should I return, to rebuild those rungs?

Or keep climbing alone?

The ladder lies in limbo 

In the sky.

But I see hundreds down there wanting to climb. 

I cannot leave them behind. 

Truth, kindness, respect...

The first few steps in the ladder of life. 

They must be fortified.

I return, and begin again.

For I cannot leave those little hearts behind.