It is called 
the Astor Tower
and was named for
some far off
kin of mine


And I climbed it 
with great
anticipation
spiraling up
in a dizzy circle
fast but,
as I climbed,
ever slower
to the top

And it was		
drizzling
and fog		
had rolled in		So I began	
and even the		my descent
seagulls		holding fast
had left		to the rail
			but, unlike the
And I was		ascent,
too near heaven	it was necessary
with no view		to look down
and suddenly		those spiraling
afraid			stairs as through a
of the height		backward telescope
			And my breath
			caught in my chest
			and my heart
			pounded
			as, slowly,
			I inched my
			way down toward	
			the comfort of		I scaled down
			dirt			to the seagulls
			beneath my feet	beneath the fog	
						Earth beckoned
						I came
						glad amidst
						my panting breaths
						to still the
						racing
						of my heart
						and embrace
						the day
						my self on
						solid ground

						And the sun
						broke free to
						share in my
						rejoicing!