FALLING UPWARD

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At dawn, the spiderweb holds  
a universe of dew~  
each droplet quivering  
with its own silent law of gravity.  

We call it a miracle  
when the stray cat  
limps to our doorstep  
and stays.  

But what of the way  
bread rises in the oven,  
slow and certain,  
as if the yeast remembers  
some ancient pact with hunger?  

Or how the old oak  
split by lightning  
still pushes one green shoot  
through the wreckage  
every spring?  

We name these things  
rare, divine~  
as if the ordinary  
weren’t already  
a kind of falling  
upward.

12th gradeappreciationperspectivefree verse

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