Grün Magazine

Shallow water never stopped me

From wading,

She smiled,

So why let it stop me from diving?

 

My stomach lurched and – my God

Never got the chance

To answer

Before she fell

 

Like the leaves,

Like the rain,

Letting go only once

The trees,

Once 

The clouds,

Once

Her soul

Allowed it

 

Only to find

She too, would be carried

Downstream by autumn, leaving

Nothing but change behind her

 

With her own growing gradations:

The yellowbrowning leaves,

The clearblue raindrops,

The will of the brokenhearted

 

For all weightless things

Still carried,

Are not all

Without gravity