Funny to reconsider that last post of mine, Trust the earth to hold you, in light of what happened the day after I posted it.
I wondered about myself when I wrote those lines: “if I should fall, should I ever fall, if I ever dared to fall,” thinking as I was about all the abstract ways one can fall. Picturing perhaps some ill-begotten fall from grace, or a slow slide into the clutches of a sorrow I could not tame.
No, it’s fair to say I was not thinking about a literal fall. Continue reading