Richard Wehrman: "When I Fell into the World"

When I fell into the world, it was

as into my mother's arms, it was into

the holding of warmth, the blue-green water,

it was into the beings who blinked

back at me amazed, as I was by them.

I fell from separateness, I fell from constriction.

I fell from the ice castle of myself, through

the rushing darkness, past screams,

past fear. I did not float up, I fell down,

and it was the world that waited

as I was stripped bare, as I tumbled out

of my self—faster and faster through blue

clouds and white, into the unknown arms

of joyfulness, toward the beings unnumbered

who opened their hearts in love.

"When I Fell into the World" by Richard Wehrman. Text presented here by poet submission. 

Art credit: Image by unknown photographer.