Falling
The little
tendons snap, like muffled peanut brittle, losing their grip following the
day’s buffeting and abuse. Separation—four or five of the listless lines
remain—anxiety. Now three stay fast, unflinching, unwilling for the fall. Fear
of the last, the very last, in a limited existence forges these few—wait, just
two. No lifeboats, no fuzzy vests are left; fight, fight little ones! Finally,
but too late, you see: no thing is free: nothing is forever: no foes are—but
there another goes. Facing the long winter nights was not your lot; the fates
say it’s time to be forgot; the winds force faster now; it’s now; it’s gone--
Letting go at last
You drift, flung by the
Forces that severed your sinews from your roost,
Falling,
Falling,
Faster
and
Faster;
Lurching…
Longing
Loving…
Learning to lose what
You always thought was yours until you finally
You finally realize it was never
Yours to lose.
Each leaf is formed to fall,
And fall they will,
Not one, but all,
Both big and small,
Until there are no more left at all.
Letting go at last
You drift, flung by the
Forces that severed your sinews from your roost,
Falling,
Falling,
Faster
and
Faster;
Lurching…
Longing
Loving…
Learning to lose what
You always thought was yours until you finally
You finally realize it was never
Yours to lose.
Each leaf is formed to fall,
And fall they will,
Not one, but all,
Both big and small,
Until there are no more left at all.
SPECIAL NOTE: The above selection is an original work by the author, Jason Loeffler, and he retains all rights to its content. Publication requests can be made on the Jason's contact page.