it is called falling in love

could be a lagoon to swandive into

could be the fall from single-celled grace

could be a meteor

burning through sky

 

could be a rumor

delicious enough

to take on reality

 

could be

a season

that sought balance

not hot nor cold

 

could

be

nature

like

falling

off a

log

 

could

 

be

 

centers

 

 

of

 

gravity

 

pulling

 

yearning