Because we all want to write more poems.
Fall glides in
Fall glides in
like an old lover remembered,
imbued with the peculiar sagacity
of the one that got away,
the one against whom you measure all others,
the avatar who lives in a secret antechamber of the heart
and appears at certain times—
when you’re off guard,
your eyes captivated by a sparkle of old light.
She has that omniscience regarding your heart
that paradoxically relaxes
because pretense is moot
under eyes that see clean through you
like October sunlight
through bare branches.
She is the ebb tide
revealing what was hidden, not buried—
burial means decomposition, dissolution
but fall exhumes no graves,
seeks only final resting places
for what must be released.
Fall arrives and remembers for us
or we remember ourselves
or we remember fall
or, falling, we remember
or we remember falling—
leaves from trees
the inevitable
letting go
the descent to a common ground.
- Benjamin Gorman's Shared Poems
- Log in or register to post comments