we're reminded
that the best and worst times
are the ones where we're blown through a window
where we have no choice
until caught between
the certainty of one form
and the inevitable
another
birds dropping from the branch
gravity reserves a special place for
those who speak many languages:
standing and dropping and flying
even if they have no wings
even if they have evolved
only office shoes
a pair of khakis
a bright brown belt
ambition and none
of the delicate mechanisms of flight
falling so fast from the tower
it seemed as though
he had put his arms tight
against his sides
crooked his knee
testing the shadow world
of common things
gulls and stone and breath
what comes before
what comes after
