Michael Cawood Green
FALLING (HETTIE'S LOVE SONG)
(Oosthuizen, Hester C., gebore van der Watt: 10.4.1930 - 3.8.1964)
(For Esthie - who should have been called,
after her paternal grandmother, Hester.)
I thought it was the sea
Dragging me to the surface,
And away from you;
By the time I began to swim to consciousness
(Registering at some level
That our beach holiday was over,
The shore two days,
An unresolved argument, and
Hundreds of solid earth miles
Away)
I had no way of comprehending
This new reality;
Such fluidity in a foundation
I, a mine worker's wife, after all,
Have often known to dance
Only made sense within the logic
Of the ocean;
Here, though, no lift first
From a rising swell -
Only the drop,
A falling away from the norm, the base, the limit,
The support and measure of all
I know - even the sea,
The crumpled, deathless sea,
Where the water takes my body without shame,
And my children dive
To surface again scared and laughing,
And you are always there
To catch me.
I had time,
Moving through the roar like waves,
To untangle myself from you and
Step from our bed,
Fight the floor for purchase
With no legs for this changing element,
And reach a buckling wall,
Where the light switch briefly obeyed
Laws we command by
Submitting ourselves to them;
Blinded at first by the yellow flood
The firm lines of familiarity flickered through into focus
Only to blur quickly into their collapse
When gravity became the only certainty,
Our children a lost hope in another room,
And I heard myself fill the space
Falling away beneath my feet with screaming
As I tried to find my way across all eternity
Back to you.