S.E.
You spoke of how you feared the fall,
That sharp short breath of shock
At an unfixable imbalance
And old bones turning a slight
Twist and trip into
A veritable plummet from paradise
No God, no nurse, or family hand
To help you up, not even to
Hear your cries, your choking
tears.
Well, all that went unsaid out loud,
Except for the shouting in your eyes,
Your voice's catch and pause,
I heard it.
And here you said, with a small smile
What comforted you just then.
Your plant, left at your desk, locked
Alone, has gone dry and drooping
Dying, in a slow and graceful fall.
A fall, it seemed, you swore to be
A kindly example and caress of comfort
A figure you could follow
And feel just that much less fear.
Like a ficus could fall better than you.
Professor, find comfort where you will,
But that plant probably pales
At the thought of falling as gracefully
as you.
That ballet I've only seen
A fraction of, with hints
Plastered on office walls and
Bookshelves, desktops (the analogue),
Photos, pictures, pieces and knick-knacks
Taken from some dance that
I, and most certainly our friendly ficus
Could scarcely imagine.
Family forged, minds molded
Words and words and words
Bound in books and souls,
Coded deep in brain matter
And laughs and smiles,
Spirited talks on and on
Your words never drooped
down,
dead.
You lived. They lived, live on
Really, though I can't know it
For sure, I'd swear
This plant follows you,
Lives and falls as it watches
You, not the other way around.
Who'd think a mirror, however leafy
Could offer this much comfort so well,
So far into old age?
You fall in a slow, sweeping way that fires
The heart into seeing not
A terror, but a piece of art
Well worth the awe and tears
Of saddened flustered joy it earns
Something beautiful in the fall
However you come to see it.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHere's a relatively small collection of my most recent poems, all carefully picked and primped and preened for your perusal. I hope you enjoy them. It's a pretty wide variety.