Wednesday, December 14, 2016

My first snowflake lesson


On days like these, I remember my first snowflake lesson.
Simply breathe and fall, my teacher said, And don’t worry about
if or where you land.

And then she placed my hands on the piano keys,
and I began to sing. That’s it, she said.
And now, let’s fall again.

And I’ve been falling
ever since.



2 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

A happy poem. Many soft landings to you...

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jonathan. I suppose that will depend on the wind — between my ears.