Today's poem is by Forrest Hamer


When he found himself falling, and he was falling
into love (so, THIS is that feeling of being,
he said to no one in particular),
he opened his eyes and saw him who was looking
back, and each one witnessed
the other less a self than before and
more, and more, but more.

I say to you, the self is promiscuous—most anybody will do;
any body, too; world and worlds—

Know this: falling-apart, fragments-assembling one:
no one in particular is fallen for you, too.

Copyright © 2007 Forrest Hamer All rights reserved
from Rift
Four Way Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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