Fiction for the Spoken Word
A world torn loose went by me.
Not only sands and gravels
were once more on their travels,
but gulping muddy gallons.
Great boulders off their balance
bumped heads together dully
and started down the gully.
Whole capes caked off in slices.
I felt my standpoint shaken
in the universal crisis,
but with one step backward taken
I saved myself from going.
From One Step Backward Taken by Robert Frost