Poetry in Motion I: the Poem

This is the poem that was randomly assigned to me, written by Cindy Marvel. She is also an accomplished juggler.

Things That Fall

Exploring the pattern of things that fall

Through airy heights to footloose earth

Of catches made and objects lost

Throws forgotten or wildly tossed--

I think back to the hands that threw

In ancient times fluoresced with dew

From jesters--troubadours of kings--

To the ceremony of linking rings;

So loving earth and ridge and sky

I hold a ball

--let it fly.

It leaps and crashes, curves around

And snakes its way from hand to hand

And rolls through caves to learn the ground

And bubbles over this sphere of land.

And when the arc flips out of sight

And little stays to mark the flight

Will I stay in love’s enthrall

With things that hover--

things that fall?