Giving It Words

it's this: the way it falls within a different gravity
and creates a world that isn't ours but should be
      --or shouldn't be ours but is?
I'm not sure, maybe both

the way it makes everything a new thing

how it accumulates
without notice but changes landscapes

when it lands imperceptibly,
sitting in miniature drifts on shoulders,
melts with me as I stamp into safety inside

it tumbles and piles and
falls and fails--
one more way to nearly but not quite
put words to truth
like scaffolds to a cathedral,
one more failing metaphor for you