Stairway to sky*

by Marin Sorescu

A spider wire
Hangs from the ceiling.
Right above my bed.

Every day I observe it
Coming lower.
I tell myself:
– I am being sent
A stairway to sky.
It is being thrown from above.

Although I lost so much weight,
I am only the ghost of the man I once was,
I believe that my body
Is yet too heavy
For this delicate stairway.

– My soul, you go first.
Slowly, slowly.

* Marin Sorescu’s last poem

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