(15) How We Fell

30/30 Poem-A-Day Challenge: Update

It was not
the seasoned ballerina's
delicate and choreographed
conversation with gravity

It was not
the head-high knee-drop
of the soldier who keeps
walking toward the bullets

It was not
the thrill-seeker's
rapturous rendevoux
with empty air

It was
the sudden clawing
wide-eyed slipping
of the child who knew
the branches were too thin
who heard father calling
saw how small he'd grown below
and just
kept
climbing.