First Love
I’m falling
for you
falling falling
the ground’s given way
I’m tumbling sprawling
space space —my mind
my heart, my heart
is in a parabolic arc
in a plane devoid of gravity and time
I float I float
I’m in a massless boat
sailing sailing
the truth of gravity is failing
the sadness of abrupt conclusions gone
I’ve come apart, I’m flailing
flailing
up is all around
it’s merged with down
if I weren’t so glad
I’d certainly be wailing
.
by Jim Culleny
5/2/14