She Fell

between the cracks of cornice,
the mortar between limestone blocks. she fell into
columns of steam and steel,
trapped behind the panes of glass
of wherever she found herself
inside the apparent machine.
she fell and descended and descended,
all their faces a blur until she
threatened to forget her own;
fell between the stars, the stars
and stars of the night, wondering
how falling could turn into
somewhere she’d flown; until
she opened her eyes, reached out
to feel the edges of the bed,
breathing between what she was dreaming
and everything there was to feel –
slowing and slowing her heart,
she breathed, her heart which believed
it still fell through the cracks.