7.07.2021

falling with no way of knowing

You never guessed 
that anyone was watching 

I knew you were on the way 
I wondered how long it would be 
until you appeared 
falling before there was 
any knowledge of falling 
falling with no way of knowing 

without why or where
pure falling
what is it
like

even from here
I can tell for an instant
it is not like anything

the color of air
but not air
nor like air
the color of leaves and their shadows
passing through them as though
they were not there
color of the sight of an eye
moving across the eye but
not remembering it

color of light at this moment
but not light
color of going
as it goes
color of not knowing
as it went

[W.S. Merwin {1927-2019} 'To the Beginning of Rain', from Present Company]

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