Stepping up the stairs
That I’ve stepped up
A hundred times before
A thousand maybe
To get to the second floor
Unit number five
I look up and see
Something I haven’t seen
Usually looking down
Fumbling with my keys
A bright light
Under an arched doorway
Shining bright
Showing me
There is always something
New to see
No matter how many times
I think I’ve seen it
All before