Into a free fall

free verse

Photo by Carolina Pimenta on Unsplash

What are you doing now?

I am pining and crumbling.

I did not believe

an onion could have so much

veils.

I believed I landed

in an harbor

with my name on,

with all that

I became.

Some malevolent seagulls

besmirched everything

and from the initial I knew,

I had to sand

and unwind the binds.

I did not believe

an onion could have so much

veils.

I did not believe

this bottom

had never end

and the landing was momentary.

How many other my-selves

might be within me?

How many names could have the darkness, again?