Elevator

• Jacqui Kumpulainen, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

If you sit in an elevator
You go up and down
You are safe in a mirror lined
Box of what you know
It smells like a mix
Between dusty carpets
And the caramel sauce you pour over
Sticky date pudding
If you get out of the box
You are on one level
You took a chance and now you are stuck
You can’t sit on top of the box and go up
Unless you are superman, and you are not superman
You can’t go up unless you are in the box
Unless, of course, you take the stairs
But that, my friend, takes far too much effort