Falling
©March 9th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
Gold-light glances off a window
Falls in slivers onto snow,
Breaks icicles off the roof
Into silver spears that fall,
Straight as a descending cry,
Fall onto the ground,
And stay there, a reminder.
Of what?
I don’t really know.
Things link up with things,
Chains of gold, chains of ice,
And add up to a long
Unbroken feeling,
A feeling of falling,
Down, down, down.
Add up to a feeling.
Of what?
Everything flows through my blood,
Everything falls headlong through
The long, deep space within,
Like a dream, or a song, or lust,
Or love.
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