Jude Goodwin, Canadian Poet

Jude Goodwin

She uses the personal to translate the universal.


I'm watching things fall—
a laugh from the other room,
a letter, released from its pile,
this damn hair, always
in my face. And evidence
of something more—
shadows, ideas, whispers.
There was a day
when I believed in fate
like gravity, pulling us together
but after all this time
it's still a mystery, you
falling to the ground
at the same rate as a couch
or a ring.
There is a lamp
that's powered by the falling
motion of weight. A light
powered by fate
or lifting, we begin
with our arms in the air
and dark all around.


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