We watch the falling
Down and it never seems like it.
Sometimes played backwards
They are being saved, or
That is what we wanted to
See, but really they are just falling
In another way.
Sometimes, we glimpse
Others, people we used
To know, at the edges. We think
They look most beautiful when they aren’t
Falling, that second before the drop,
That second before they know
That falling is something
They can do.