Over the Falls

About the fears and thrills of loving.

 

     Copyright © 2009 by Kherry McKay

 

 

 

Over the Falls

 

 

Niagara, the band plays

Spectators brave the damp spray to see us

eat their big, cold lunches

it could be one of them risking their lives

but it isn’t

They stay dry or think they do

 

Beforehand, the pouring, cascading

the stinging scud

Nothing left except to go down into cloudiness,

the abyss. Call it closure

it may be a learning to open, to float

 

Rainbows replace her eyebrows of sorrow,

mermaids give up worrying about their hair

 

She doesn’t want to show

she’s thankful for this

for my trying

It is like going over in a barrel

We cling to each other

and the edge approaches

we’re going over and down

as the band music

crescendos

 

Our waitress asks if there is anything else. . . .

 

There’s nothing else except to fall

to an endless forever at the bottom

to gasp at our own weightlessness

and hope after knifing

into the depths

we’ll come up to the surface whole

wanting to be together.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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