“Falling Like a Raindrop”

by Michael Anania

the descent beckons, note
after note, an implicit
landscape’s reflection
curving along its sides,
Ellington’s piano and
horns in tight harmony,
one city or another always
there, the spring of 1956;
does time in time
go from horizontal
to vertical, do we fall
a bit each day, deformed
as the raindrop is by
all that we pass through