falling to earth

in the descent

so much settles

against my falling body

i hold my breath

and close my eyes

if only 

to manage

the download

the deluge

of late arrivals

pressing against my skin

they - each

ask

the very little

but pertinent questions

the "why are we's"

and "who am i's"

that tell of where they have emerged from

and then more of

where they must go

and i -

the descending angel

crossing back

wordless and evanescent

into this entirely

bound space

wish their constrictions

into hope and purpose

it is all

and the least

i can do