The leaf, letting go your grip on the branch.
Drift down.
Be caught by the waiting earth.
The fluffy milkweed seed, set free from the pod.
Content to be carried
On the upsweep of the breeze.
The marionette, released from the grip of the puppeteer.
Strings loosed,
A heap of limbs
Held by the cool stage floor.
This is how to fall.
Trusting you'll be
caught,
carried,
held.
1 comment:
Oh my GOSH would you please submit this stuff SOMEWHERE??!!
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