Tunnelmom, USA


This was a favorite poem of mine as a child. I couldn't help thinking of a very young Vincent and the Spiral Staircase Below. I wonder if he had a favorite stair to sit and ponder things.





















Halfway Down

by A.A. Milne


Halfway down the stairs

Is a stair

Where I sit.

There isn't any

Other stair

Quite like


I'm not at the bottom,

I'm not at the top;

So this is the stair


I always stop.


Halfway up the stairs

Isn't up,

And it 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


It's somewhere else