[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
How to Fall
I now understand how to fall
so that I can land gracefully.
I have perfected the small art
of how to lose with dignity,
and walk away with ease
without needing to look back,
not even once.
I had hoped that these talents,
however small and uneconomic,
would be enough to see me through
right to the end of this wasted life.