Through the Breaks

In the falls, you took what you were
From the world you weren’t, or tried to.

In the springs, the world took your world,
Or chunks and gobs of it, from you—

For the most part, those parts you liked
Or had come to like, or thought safe.

The falls felt dark, the springs felt new,
But if you were your risk in falls,

In springs, those risks came to find you.
It’s spring, and the world feels quite well.

You might like to keep it this way.
You think you would like to stay safe.

But it’s spring, so there is no safe.
It’s spring, now. Let your falls catch you.