2023-09-06
by
Eleanor Goldfield
it started to rain
barely visible silver threads
breaking apart over unbelievably red and orange leaves
comically vibrant
I laid there
corpse pose
collecting whatever could be savored
the delicate crunch of leaves on my body
the slight caress of rain
like an empty pool, I laid like stone
open and ready
a question mark for imaginations
what will we fill
how will we swim in this aperture
this possibility
an occasion for potential
a faint droplet fills my eye then slides out
am I crying
or just passing through
more water and leaves fall
I lay still
how do I know when i'm filled
will I overflow
will leaves and water waver and swing from me
will I hold anything
or just pass through
can I ever be filled
or just cry it out
a kiss
a skimming of mortality
of the momentariness of it all
like water I fall
already on the ground
I permeate the soil and spread
diffuse like smoke
boundaries made by that which I graze
feeling beyond my own place