Sadness is fear slowed down
so that we can observe every facet
it is a stillness, a little lucid dream
the looking at the look of our own face
in the early morning
fear is the pain
the dance turned to chase, the story turned speech
the blindness perpetuated by not allowing a blink
sadness is the scar, that even later
when we release our hard-won anecdotes to our children
we nurse still in secret.
it is the lack of turns and edges,
the feeling of gravity strong,
but mysterious and without center.