Donna Vorreyer

D o n n a   V o r r e y e r

Variations on Falling 

When you finally admit you’re broken, I love you 

for shattering. Hurt animal, don’t you still love 

the myriad? Can’t you feel it coming like the rumble? 

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you. I used 

to like Nicole Kidman. I thought I had a window 

seat. I could have been doing anything but I wasn’t. 

Welcome, baby. This is the upside down—I dreamt 

I was somewhere else, people looking at the sea, 

perfect citadel wherever an ant is. 

Come to rest, my darling. I would like to thank you 

for my life. Broken river, you are not broken after all. 

Sources: First lines of poems  in Dean Young's poems Fall Higher (2011, Copper Canyon.)

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