Poetry by Jeremy Podolski
I saw you fall
In the usual way
Autumn offering. Ochre whisper.
Unremarkable but for its solitude
Waltzing on unseen breezes
Plummet and pirouette
Reflecting in the dance
Your feather touch
Eyelids like petals from a rose
And before alighting on the grass,
The slightest draft, like baby’s breath
Lifted you above my heart
Suspended in the misty air
Just long enough
For me to know
It was you.
For my dear friends, Kelly and Steve. May you always receive signs.