Posted notes: The Fall

Today, I fell for the first time in November.  As I descended upon the green grass, I couldn't help but see a lush cloud of evergreen delight approach me.  This luscious bedding appeared as tastily and heavenly as a vanilla injection on a sultry, sweaty day.  I was powerless to avoid the fall, and I surrendered as a victim of clumsy circumstances.  Face first, I fell from folly falling forward on foliage (Haha!!  Success!), laughing to myself while I laid prone on someone's property.  Certainly, this was a curious scene to witness a man overjoyed and giggling to a point of buffoonery while he appeared to be resting on someone's lawn at 1:30pm in the afternoon.  I literally laid there and laughed at the curious scene in which I happened to be the leading man.

Of course, a rush of reveries invaded my cerebral, and I thought about the countless possibilities of mailmen committing the same acts of comedic bravery for choosing to remain on the lawn and absorb the humiliation of not being the svelte, graceful gazelles of the community as many consider us to be.  How many letter carriers have stumbled on a tree's roots, fallen, and laughed hysterically as they rolled in the leaves?  Admittedly, I'd pay money for a reenactment.

Sure, I could have prevented myself from falling, but I couldn't remember the last time I allowed myself to be humbled by gravity's impact.  Why fight the fall when I could enjoy it?

A Raindrop and The Mailman

A lone raindrop,
with nowhere to go,
managed to find
a place to call home.

It took a brave leap
through the gray skies
to be with its brothers,
yet we met with surprise...

A landing so soft,
one surely can't deny,
how strange this home felt,
plenty wet and awry.

It fell in my eye!  
Oh geez, oh my!
How in the world
did it fall in my eye!

Of all the great luck
mixed with patterns of time,
the rhythms of life
and space had aligned

To bring this raindrop,
so close to my soul,
into the window
perched above my wet nose.

I stopped and I wondered,
'Is this friend or foe?
Of all the chances,
how did it know?

To miss leaves and branches,
and flee from birds' wings,
to swoop under my hoodie
and dodge wayward winds.'

It fell in my eye!  

I'm blind!  I'm blind!!

How in the world

did it fall in my eye!

Maybe it knew,
how to capture my light,
it steered its clear body
and blurred my poor sight.

I blinked and I shuddered,
laughing at the queer scene,
with heaven's streams aflutter
-- what could all this mean?

There I stayed standing,
orange postman below,
with no time to waste,
always on the go.

Blinking and tripping,
over rocks, twigs and parcels,
a little off-balanced
because of the satchel.

It fell in my eye!  

I'm OK now, I'm fine, 
but how in the world

did it fall in my eye?

With mail to deliver,
body as wet as can be,
I had to keep moving
in soggy harmony.

I took the soaked bundles
of bills and magazines
and shook my head free
of its glistening sheen.

I cradled the drenched baby
in the crook of my arm,
picked up the packages
and I found no harm.

The raindrop and I,
a funny pair we could be,
shared a laugh as we skipped,
back to life blissfully!