The elevator is grey and dim
like the first steps inside a cave, taken
before fear swallows up curiosity.
As the doors press shut behind me,
I realize I’ve gone too many steps in.
Quickly! I wrap my hands around
the throat of my imagination and squeeze
before it starts to hear the dripping
of murky water from stalactites, or
sense some movement in the faint
red light of declining numbers, or
smell the dank, musky reek of some
ancient beast, watching me.
When the doors release me, years later,
I step thoughtlessly back into the light,
like eyes reopening from a blink.
Photo by Rama
When was the last time you did something for the first time, even something as small as riding in an elevator with no lights?