People say,
“Then it all fell apart”
as if they weren’t a participant.
The saying implies
an outside, unknown force
which dismantles
our plans,
our hard work,
our dreams.
I’ve never heard anyone say,
“Then, it all fell together”
with wonder at the
unreasonable beauty of it all,
as if they simply stood back
and
watched
when it
all
made
sense.
Most of us are
on guard,
anxious
about the falling apart,
but what if
we began
anticipating,
looking for
the
falling together?