The Ladder

the yellowed ladder
mostly hidden in tangled vines
still drips
from
last
night's
rain

the flaking paint
dapples the wet grass
the wood old worn
mostly split
wobbled legs
almost gone

and when did I last stand on it to look through the sky completely look through 
the cloud of me
stare back 
at a staring moon
painting stars 
with fingers
still wet
from
last
night's
rain

jppestana
5.9.2018 
the ladder