The Great Fall
There's a Polaroid from sixty or so years ago...
It's of a man and a boy in the foreground.
The great Niagara Falls just beyond.
A thin rail in between them and the rapids.
Black water violently rushing over the brink.
There was great scarcity for the man...
scarcity of money
scarcity of security
scarcity of light
scarcity of love.
but he always held on tightly to his cub.
With fistfuls of hard labor
and a thimble of fair luck...
The burlap of time softened
to rough cotton puffs.
For his entire life, the man held the boy tightly.
With the black brink of a fall always in sight.
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