Tasha Graff

Falling Back

Something shifts
in that in-between
November light—


sends questions
of color, cold
and time
through my body.


The birds sleep.


Am I mistaking morning
for gloaming? Perhaps
the other way around?


Something in my lungs
remembers: The leaves
have fallen, snow


is coming. I changed
my clock.




“Falling Back” first appeared in Winter Canons, (Midwest Literary Magazine, 2010).