Unfallen

A Poem by Thrushsong

still waiting to trip over love

Somedays I wonder what it would be like
To trip and fall down the steep face of love

But I'm too stable to stumble
So I've never lost my footing

And I'm no longer sure if it's strength or weakness
That's keeping me upright, looking down

But love's always been just out of grasp
Like fruit on a tree
Forbidden only to me

And while the rest of the garden is enough
The smell of mystery spoils my appetite

Ignorance of ignorance is bliss
But to know your own ignorance
Just means restlessness

So I'm impatient for knowledge
For good or evil
Impatient to taste it
For bitter or sweet
Impatiently, I'm waiting
For my own graceless fall