After the sound the ladder makes falling

After the sound the ladder makes falling
There is a stillness in the air.
A stillness into which anything can enter.
Anything at all.

But there is only you and this silence
Where you stop.
And you can see the ladder
Not where it was.

Next to it, the first thing you see in this new stillness
Are his boots, and then the rest of him.
As still as the ladder
That made so much sound

And then nothing. Which has entered
And hasn’t yet left, hasn’t yet decided
How long it will stay. You stare at him
And he stares at nothing.

And in this stillness, so crystalline
And composed, of verdant green ground
Of wet morning stone
Not even the blood, once you see it

Moves. And then everything
Moves. All at once
Everything comes to life. Which enters
Eyes which first close

And then open.