One Small Step

D a v i d C o g g e r

One Small Step

The figure moved into the space provided by the door,
The darkness of a night like this had not been seen before.
By the way this person walked and moved, the position and the stance,
He was definitely a male, though it required a second glance.
He looked out through the opening, then took a quick look down,
The brilliant lights showed everything, all that was around.
He knew that night was on him, it was dark beyond the lights.
But darkness didn't bother him, his fear was more of heights.
He looked beyond the bright lights, where he thought he saw his home.
And thought of waving frantically, but his arms had turned to stone.
He felt the whole world watching him, it didn't matter though.
He’d come too far to turn back now and he really didn’t know.
The thought then crossed his mind once more, as he looked out of the door,
That they had never practised this, in all the times before.
After-all, how can one practise, going down a ladder.
His nervous little butterflies were tapping at his bladder.
But who on earth could really tell, he glanced behind his shoulder.
Those behind him nodded their heads, and somehow he felt bolder.
The encouragment in this simple sign was all he really needed.
He turned his back unto the world, their eyes would not be heeded.
He grabbed the rails and out the door he slowly made his way.
Backwards down the ladder to the ground there on display.
Ten tiny little stepping rungs were all that would be taken.
The hardest steps his whole life knew, which left him truly shaken.
He reached the last rung of the ladder, his heart was really pumped,
Then totally out of character, with levity he jumped.
He leapt off out and high above, a crusted little dune,
And there he found ‘his story’as he landed on the moon!