Poem when I was 23...

14/1/02

I fell off the ceiling when I first saw you.
Been up there somewhere, collecting cobwebs - making patterns
in their sticky snow.
And you almost caught me.
I think I felt your fingers
brush the t-shirt that hung around my neck
by old pearls.
They broke when I landed. Scattered
on the stone and woven thread.
Bare.
I looked up and you were almost there.
Held my gaze with the turn of
your head as you walked past the wall
I lay by.

I stayed for a while.
Thought you'd come back and pull me
up with hands.
Did it myself, by and by.
Still smiling. Smiling.
Still.