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Falling

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Falling

After sailing on stormy seas with twenty foot swells, 
rising and falling into great oceanic troughs, 
bobbing like a corked bottle pushed by strong waves,  
our family expedition on the sleek black sailing ship
finally makes harbor.

On land, the storm continues to swirl and I am unable to stop falling – 
running after my sister, I slip on the rain splattered, 
mottled grey concrete floor of the Balboa Yacht Club,  
feet flying, falling flat on my face, chipping my two
brand new front teeth.

Days later, sitting down to cry on the low cement
sea wall that keeps the water at bay, I suddenly slip 
backwards, falling twenty feet to the rocky tidal 
beach below, landing in the lone sand patch,
a shard of glass in my knee. 

As a seaman who sees me slip, carries me up 
the pockmarked limestone steps, the shock of landing 
seeps into the cells of my small six year old body 
and something deep in my mind snaps into place – 
I am left to find solid ground on my own.  

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  1. Date: 12/4/2009 1:12:00 PM
    I have enjoyed reading your poetry today. Have a wonderful weekend filled with love and compassion for others. Inspiration is waiting for you grab it and write. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 12/3/2009 7:05:00 PM
    Excellent write. Was drawn in during the first sentence and knew I had to finish the read. I will have to check some of your other work.

  1. Date: 12/3/2009 6:42:00 PM
    Interesting Krista- entices me to look for more?

  1. Date: 12/3/2009 5:48:00 PM
    This could be a real memory or a metaphor of visual mysteries...but very intriguing and well written...nicely done, Krista! ~ love, Carrie