So Much Falls From the Sky

— Jerry Dyer

So much falls from the sky
that we can’t catch:
That baby bird, blown from its nest,
its heart a purple seed
beneath the skin—
Radio waves from all the stations
we don’t tune in—
Moonlight, so richly sown
on the surface of the sea.

I do catch my breath
from the sky,
my lungs pulling buckets
from a well in the wind—
And I only drink water neat,
rain-drops that have not yet reached
the ground. Fog, that finds its dew-point
in my open mouth.