Falling Lessons: Erasure One by Beth Copeland
My father steps into a field of lost
sensation, sunflowers, a yellow star.
He lives in the garden without maps.
My father dreams through
what he feels and believes is real.
He loses his memory, his flesh,
his child with seawater eyes.
He forgets the fog.
We forgot to speak and snow was falling
on blue mountains, a vein
of childhood, blood, and sorrow.
I walk into this memory when my thoughts
start falling into a funnel, when I’m failing
to love, falling into a freeze-frame
where time fades like the flurry
of furious wings. I fall.
Listen to the poem here.
Art by Gertraud Reinberger-Brausewetter
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