Falling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: from freepik.com FallingIt takes timethings dawn slowlyperhaps it comes sidewaysin a word, a memory, the feel of rough, thick barkfallen to the trailyour trunk exposed,or preparing a mealpeeling vegetablesremoving leavestill they’re nakedpresumed ready,but I was never that readyto be …