FallSomething fell. How could a sound so loudhave been a dream? Yet how could a soundso 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.