Quo Vadis?

where do we go from here?

in batman begins, bruce wayne's dad asks, "why do we fall?"
and answers his question himself, "so that we might better
learn to pick ourselves up."

finally found two poems that i wrote around five years ago.

THE UNBORN

And so I weep
for him,
whose tiny fingers
curl tightly
around mine
in sleep
he never sleeps;
whose soft, fragrant
head now
i kiss
with lips touching
only air,
and mostly
nothing else, but
dreams.


FALL

Wary
of the frailty of time
I rushed out
to collect
every
sun-dappled leaf
I could catch
in my hands
and mourned

each

that fell

to the ground

around

the shadows

at my feet.