Sta.sh
Something fell. How could a sound so loud
have been a dream? Yet how could a sound
so loud have left a silence thick as this?
There is so little sound you might be deaf.
You say, "hello," softly, to the dark.
You hear your voice clearly through the air.
The lighted clock says four A.M.
Did something fall? It could have been a dream.
It may have been the picture in the hall.
Why did you hang it with a single nail?
Or was it something not so near as that,
whose size and mass you cannot say?
Was it here in the city, a block away,
a mile? There would be sirens, surely.
Or was it something both near and far -
did a world slip down a stair,
from one step to the one below?
Whose was it, then? Or was it yours alone?
In the morning you will know.
It was not a dream. Something fell.
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and Richard, i shiver, i am there. disturbing and then a sense of serene knowledge.
( i should practice more on my commenting skills
in fact it's great
and good afternoon, dear, what a pleasure to see your comments when i first log on! i have to take one of the cats to the vet for a shot, i will reply to everything when i return
there is a pain, a reluctance to see things