I’m falling up — up towards the ground
where robins cry and babies sing
up towards crumbling dirt and pure
clean water
to this place I go where no one can find
me – where I can peace sleepfully and
think slowly so as not to disturb the
gentle things in my brain
the things that make my heart beat when
I hear your voice whispering in my
ear
things that shake my head in amazement
to see how we’ve grown
so to this place of falling up I tip my cup
and drink
and let the brew fill you too
so you can take the trip of wonders

—Sara Winter 2.28.99 — 8:40pm

First and Now
As the time dwindles by not noticing the seconds pastfirst love drifts into the mind and everything seemed
To click into place — the thoughts of land and travel
And words spoken. Recall the brain — too many good
thoughts and not enough bad … so it strains the
*RELATIONS* of now and future … times … — times
that look good and wind up the road to great … the
unknown future lies ahead and smiles his devious
smile laughin at our unknowingness —>

the question asked and would be yes if asked in reality
but of course hypothetical it always is and maybe later
reality hits hits hard like a rock hittng your stomach
and producing a child too too early with too much
lo lose and not enough to gain no knowledge needed
in the field of reality cause no one know it as well
as I …
Sara Winter

a series of bad events
wish i could press undo
and start anew