All You Did

By Kay Ryan b. 1945 Kay Ryan
There doesn’t seem
to be a crack. A
higher pin cannot
be set. Nor can
you go back. You
hadn’t even known
the face was vertical.
All you did was
walk into a room.
The tipping up
from flat was
gradual, you
must assume.

Source: Poetry (May 2011).

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Poet Kay Ryan b. 1945

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

Subjects Living, Life Choices, Time & Brevity