The Anatomy of Falling

unlike a shooting star's gentle trajectory
or the raindrops hitting dry ground
not knowing their worth
this fall
is a graceless arc against the darkness
stones break the descent with harsh misery
hitting the ground, fragile,
the fall is broken only by the exit sign of the light.

Survival

We all fall to our knees
sometimes
in a dark corner of the living
crouched in doubt, humbly singing a soliloquy
with the possibility of an eventual gate, promising dignity
willing ourselves to keep on breathing.

Humidity

ice crackles
moving independently in a glass
condensation gathers on the outside,
a pool forms underneath, staining the inherited wooden table
palpable ancestral anger
your eyes are ice cream melting
wilting, tired in the stifling afternoon