it’s not about the fall itself
it’s about falling with dignity
allowing fear but a
momentary handshake
firm and brief
it’s not about wrestling
scoring brittle victory
it’s about allowing weakness
to unfold
a slow offering up of limbs
like flower petals
opening to light
cupping translucent
vulnerability
like a mother
Iole Damaskinos © 2007
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