Klick klick klatter skitter scatter, slithers slinky
down the stairs. Head first, then in reverse.
Faster, and faster, thumping the stairs
arching, echoing first to last, then last to first.
What does it matter, when at the bottom,
waiting patiently, children giggle in retreat,
finding, snuggled at their feet, at the end,
of what nothing matters.