Fall

Two poems from the fall

One descends
taking out others along the way
An outlier becomes a movement
Stronger in numbers
Destructive to itself
The one causes the fall of many
All for existing higher in the tree

To fall is to let go
To let something new take control
To stop the going, going, going
Ease into a state of flowing, not knowing

To fall is to trust
A cyclical love affair—perhaps lust?

Peace of mind, crunch underfoot
Dusting off the remnants of last year's soot
Fire crackling, Ego burning
Desire, the stinging pain of yearning

But take it easy now!
Not all is predetermined
Can't you hold out for one last Christmas sermon?

Relax, I only mean to joke
That dogmatic old tome will yet go up in smoke
Aged men, upon whom that Word flew
Tis the season of change: what will you do?