A Ladder In My Garden

A Ladder In My Garden

There’s a ladder in my garden,

it wasn’t there before;

it seems to go up in the sky,

I’ll climb it to be sure.

Defying laws of gravity

on nothing it does lean

and clouds that thickly cover it

make the way unseen.

I’m blinking back the moisture,

climbing up each rung,

curiosity won’t let me stop,

not once I have begun.

Higher than I’ve ever been,

delight receives a boon -

for climbing from that ladder

leaves me walking on the moon.