About Things That Tumble Poem by RIC BASTASA

at the table
spoons and forks, knives
things tumble down
lips trembling
sad stories and handkerchiefs
tears
you know what i mean
there are three of us
one is an outpouring of
rain
we choose the sunshine and
clouds
we look at each other
you know what i mean
we understand now
there is too much about
these things that tumble
falling earth
ascending sun
and crumbling cliffs
what do we get?

what do we have to do with
all these
things that tumble down?

we help ourselves with what we have
we move on
with all that we keep
memories and the will
determination and speed
there are two of us now
the rain stops
it begins to understand
we choose
sunshine and clouds and
days.