Falling

The sky is falling. 

Through the leaves of the apple trees

Whose leaves will fall too

Falling out of place

Like rain forming rivers on the glass

Forming rivers leading to oceans

Rising and falling away.

Like who you thought you were

What you thought your life was for

All the things you had to prove

What mattered.

In the centre of your chest it pulls like a scarf

From a magician’s hat.

Seemingly endlessly.

How do we be in a world 

When we cannot pinpoint

A certainty.

Except perhaps uncertainty.

And even then.

Apple leaves become soil again.

Rain becomes rivers

The sky reflects the sea

Reflects the sky

Reflects the sea

Reflects the sky.

Until your feet are unsteady.

And you cannot see where it began or ended

Any of it

Any of you.

Soil becomes plants 

Becomes flesh

Becomes flesh

Becomes flesh

Becomes flesh 

Becomes flesh

Becomes flesh

Becomes soil.

You hold steady

On this earth

The only steadiness

The thing you return to

The sky is falling

And you cannot cling onto the apple leaves as they whirl away

Let them fly

Let it run. 

Down your face.

Towards the sea again.

Becoming vapour

Becoming clouds

Becoming rain on your window

Quenching your thirst.

Running through plumbing

Over landscapes

Falling through the land

Into and through us all.

How do we stand steady in such movement

Unless we know we are moving too.

And even then.

What point can we fix on to catch our balance.

And the earth holds us

All the while.

When you shake for unknowing

You tremble for all the falling

Never understanding what you are becoming

Afraid for what you lose.

Every time you return.

She is what you return to.

The earth,

Spinning faster than any of it

Steadying you

In her twirling.

All there is.

Contained in the dirt.

In the water.

In the air in your lungs that moves the trees.

All there is.

Steady in these uncertainties

In the unknowability of even yourself.

I am the earth

I am the air

I am the fire

I am the water.

Return.

Return.

Return.

Return.