I unaware

by jessicagartlandn

unguided in my descent

My mass feels too great

for fall-ing

The limbs that bore me seemed light in comparison

My landing was not felt by the world, those around me made space

oh so gently, how they maneuvered for my resting place

of brown, orange , red

I lay now under the feet of small children

Unaware of predetermination

I unaware

I was dying when I got here

I unaware’

My journey through  air

I unaware

My nature

No fruit to bear

I am unmade