a poem by Sarah Carro
Creative Writing Weekly is a gathering of writers of all levels, lead by Michael Rash, that create pieces every week based on prompts. The prompts for this piece were:
below the surface
entirely too many
falling and flying
"but I just saw her yesterday."
I just saw her,
hair pulled back,
sweatshirt with a tiny rip on the right shoulder
where she’d gotten it caught on something walking too fast.
She was always rushing,
always rushing somewhere else.
I guess she finally found the door
she was looking for.
A door that only opens one way,
for one at a time.
Her earrings swung, caught the light as she turned from me,
the beads uttering just
the slightest sound.
Entirely too many
cannot feel
anything
but the dead weight of time
below the surface,
pulling down like another gravity,
hooks in the skin
connected to anvils underground,
dredging the lakes
of our histories,
searching for meaning
but only collecting
boots
and bloat.
Falling and flying
are the same thing:
the weightlessness of letting go,
the path showing itself
instead of being laid out
like a train track pried out of nothing.
Falling and flying are
below the surface activities.
The waves of air hold you up.
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