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).