Before the fall
I stood like a tree
Catching every breath
Of wind in my limbs
Like some sweet girl
Who laughs and jumps
Into her daddy’s arms.
That was before . . .
Then the big wind --
I held my ground
Bending, lifting
Nothing . . .
Nothing at all.
Then I broke,
Roots torn up,
Falling Into the night
Of constellations
Bursting through
Leaves, the light
Scattering the sound
of a voice that cried
daddy, daddy
I thought you
would never die.
That voice, shattered
Into a million shards
Of light, suddenly
Caught my fall
and held my head
in her arms, singing
Where O Where Has
My Sweet Daddy Gone.
Gone to ground.
Gone home.
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