Rain does not fall
It is thrown-
Purposely, elegantly, divinely-
With deft hands and a fiercer arm
It's been thrown.
Je suis tombé amoureux
de lui
I fall for the trappings of hedonism
I fall sick of my own limitations
I fall pregnant with silly hope and cloudless dreams
I fall in love
I fall out of love
I fall out of sight of my own ambition
I fall away.
The pebble forcing concentric circles in the lake is not fallen
With deft hands and a fiercer arm
It's been thrown.
At the point of departure, a measurable energy for potential
At the point of impact, a measurable energy for momentum-
Purposefully, elegantly, mindfully
With deft hands and a fiercer arm
It's been thrown.
The water slip-sliding down the tarred road has a compass within
Guiding it to fill out the punched-out holes in the yawning road
It finds a home in the holes of a long-ago tarred road
With deft hands and a fiercer arm
It's been thrown.
I can't fall anymore
So I'll crawl a little deeper instead.
