When I saw the ways things work,

I tried the boneyard stumble,

letting my whole sack of immortality

and noble thoughts - my serene self itself

come separately to a ground as hard

as pulled triggers on elbow and knee.

Try falling once yourself, astonished man,

as natural as tomorrow, and stagger up

all aches and crinks and joy at having them.

Now, then, to the wobble of wheel, the hill

that means to keep us in our place,

the parachute, the wizardry of rain.