Crossfall

Crossfall Considered Two

I began writing Crossfall poems before I knew what the word meant. Then:

Crossfall = "The transverse sloping of a roadway toward the gutter or shoulder on either side;" "The shape of the footpath at right angles to the direction of travel [Italics mine to stress the Oppositional]."

I found myself facing a term remote from common parlance -- Linguistically Undocumented -- that teemed with a multi-faceted fertility. My mind outpours ¿ suspension, liminality, threshold, meander, trespass, flâneur, rupture, rebellion (off the beaten track, the roadway, the routed), in-transition, passageway, destined for transformation, for liberation from the cast-upon, the culturally conditioned, -- across, crossover, . . . crisscross.

The 'fall' that triggers bewilderment: being Lost in pathless places, tossed into a discontinuous present, shook, fragmented, . . . confounded for want of a plain road. Seeking Re-Constitution.

Through bewilderment we find our way.

Crossfall: the dislodge that Transforms.