“Falling Up” — digital collage by AleXander Hirka

Falling Up

I arrived at the party a bit heavy hearted. Nothing I could put my finger on, just something I hoped I might leave behind some potted plant for the host to dispose of after the event.

I was drawn to you; let me count the ways. There was a full moon overhead. A portent they say—but that earthly a satellite wasn’t paying any attention to us, busy as it was with managing the tides.