The Sound Of Falling

As the heart breaks
we might imagine
the sound escapes
any ability to hear it.

We almost do:
that cut off cry,
that intake of breath,
that crack in our fundament.

Incomplete —
what of the rest?

Where it goes,
that absent noise,
that sudden posit,
I think we know.

We yearn,
don’t we,

as a coin is tossed
in a pit so deep
we never hear it land —
as much as we
might want to —

but we know
it lands
nonetheless,

too far to return,

a sound
beyond
measure,

a wish upon
Gd’s ear.

What’s more quiet
than the absence
of faith?

What ever
can be
as loud?

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