fall

i flip out
of a window
of a stranger's party
there were men and women
me and you
in our exaggerated selves
i was weary, weary
through my sense of time
there was music
there was dance
i did want an escape

so this is how it happened,
into an open window.

it was a fall too slow
i sensed
the earth revolving
beneath

spears and things pointed upward sharp and blunt, torn and
rusted waiting exactly where i was falling to, every moment
a little faster-i close my eyes just when they start piercing
my flesh, i just saw my broken umbrella limbs

no.

it
dint
happen,
yet.
i haven't reached anywhere.

in a side-ward glimpse
trees, green and overgrown
surround me
the sound of water
flowing through pebbled path
to a river, a sea,
i float on

just the next blink
i reach there where
i whirl to the winds of a hot summer
over exposed afternoon to the plain desert
one or two withered trees in a wide horizon

i fall and again
and again i fall
i fall now
and through
where i've been to
and never,
through
the songs and stories
i've heard and missed,
through
my own incognizant
voices
i fall
never to reach
nowhere.