the fall

Miles from home I get caught in the rain and I think of the raindrop unions and near-misses I’m in the midst of. I wonder if I will fall, one day, with the same inexorability, and if I will be afraid. And if I fall, will I land on a carpet of slowly-dampening concrete, the soft red underbelly of a thrush, or will a leaf rise to receive me?

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