Chair

Love is
Falling back on my chair

Here I go
Like a freefall, you know
Behind me
Perhaps a pillow feather
A ground of heather
Maybe just dirt
(Change, I’ve got to wash my shirt)

Ha!
A thorn bush!
Hands there to catch
Or not
Or yes

How brave
Reaching, spilling over
Run, jump, and dive you lover!

Ah, the autumn air...
Tipping, tipping if I dare

Love is still
Falling back on my chair

© 2001 Mark Brown