Just Flip The Damned Switch

Looking at my stuff,
trying to figure out
what to do with it
as I depart this place
engenders vertiginous
uncertainty, like when you
lift your foot on a dark
stairway and step out
into nothing you can see.
Six years of stepping off
into the darkness;
won't somebody, please,
turn on the lights;
I can't make out
the next step.
  - mce