I Little Poemy Something For Your Saturday

In the interest of entering this contest just for fun I took down my copy of A.A. Milne's When We Were Very Young. Someone beat me to "My mother is a fish." so I entered an excerpt from Disobedience instead. Do you know that one? "James James Morrison Morrison Weatherbee George Dupree took great care of his mother though he was only three..." Do you know it? If you don't just let me know and I'll share (or you can just click the link and read it there, whichever you prefer). It got me to flipping through the book, though, and I found this other little poem that I think I like much better now that I'm an adult.

Halfway Down

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up,
And 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
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!"