Water knows something
about surviving great leaps.
We love even the small ones
so much we name them
so that any person standing
on the bridge or crossing over rocks
will know what to call
the turbulence and foam
raging around them
rushing blind into the future.
Every day we risk a precipice,
one step from two possible
outcomes. Every day we learn
a new name for something fallen,
how we can’t help loving
the things that fall around us.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 28, Issue 2.
Grant Clauser’s sixth poetry book is Temporary Shelters from Cornerstone Press. His poems have appeared in The American Poetry Review, Southern Review, Kenyon Review, and other journals. He’s an editor for a news media company and teaches poetry at Rosemont College in Pennsylvania.
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