As The World Falls Down

It happens in the quiet,

A small surrender of balance-

Like the breath before rain,

Or the hush before a hand

Finally lets go.

The trees lean first,

Offering their crowns to the wind.

Windows blink awake,

And every clock stumbles,

Spilling seconds across the floor.

The ocean forgets its rhythm,

Sliding farther up the shore

Than it ever meant to,

Pulling the sand's heartbeat

Out from under it.

I grip the air

As if it will keep me steady,

As if my own pulse

Won't tumble forward

Into whatever waits

Beyond the edge of this moment.

And still-

The horizon tips its face toward me,

As if to say:

Falling is just another way

To be carried.