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March 19, 2010
poem: falling
by sven at 7:00 am
One of my favorite recurring images dates back to 2003, when Gretchin and I were standing at the top of Multnomah Falls. I wondered aloud what a droplet of water must feel just at that moment when it leaps out into space…
falling
(the water’s song)
I'm falling
we're falling
all falling
toward the inevitable
conclusion
and as
I'm falling
we're falling
all falling
I wave my hands
we wave our hands
all wave our hands
wildly
a frantic semaphore
like flapping wings
as we pass through storm
and tossed by wind
like flapping wings
frantic semaphore
to the ones below
ones yet above
grandfather
who began before me
niece
who tumbles after
tether to my mother cut
I quickly follow
my father's path
our family's path
our only path
falling
I'm falling
we're falling
all falling
together
toward the inevitable
conclusion
September 2, 2009
posted by sven | March 19, 2010 7:00 AM | categories: poetry