Stella Silvae

It seems subtle, 
until it doesn’t.  
Like so many things in life. 

Hidden, 
until they aren’t.  
Until they can’t be, anymore. 

When their 
carefully crafted veneers 
have finally worn down. 

And all their crookedness 
and all their fractures 
are made known. 

And you might wonder  
how you missed it, 
what that says about you. 

Or what it says 
about the structure 
as a whole. 

…What it says 
about the folk who 
would create such a thing. 

So you may overlook 
how well it has weathered 
all these years. 

You might forget 
all it’s been through, 
through so much of all that time. 

And you must learn, hard as it is, 
to let collapse 
just happen.  

That to be grounded 
can, at first, 
require a fall.