{"id":1284,"date":"2021-04-28T04:53:01","date_gmt":"2021-04-28T08:53:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/?page_id=1284"},"modified":"2021-06-18T07:45:23","modified_gmt":"2021-06-18T11:45:23","slug":"we-fell-upside-down-into-the-night","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/poetry-archive\/we-fell-upside-down-into-the-night\/","title":{"rendered":"We Fell, Upside Down, into the Night"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2021\/04\/Bennus-Journey_Early-Earth_NASA-1024x384.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1285\" width=\"856\" height=\"319\" \/><figcaption>Bennu&#8217;s Journey &#8211; Early Earth, courtesy of NASA<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\"><strong>We Fell, Upside Down, into the Night<\/strong><br>Brian Lutz<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">Somewhere an<br>electric sound.<br>Violent. Primal.<br>Placeless like<br>weightless space<br>out past the satellites.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">I know what<br>the science<br>will say\u2014whatever<br>ripple of sound<br>and space that<br>rang out\u2014whatever<br>ancient scream<br>sang with the Big<br>Bang long ago<br>lost its lungs,<br>but I swear<br>sometimes<br>I hear below<br>the din and whine<br>of everyday<br>the clangor<br>of that first<br>mistake, but<br>even the dog<br>is easily asleep<br>on the cold floor,<br>so maybe not.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">Maybe my mind<br>is as lonely as<br>the whole<br>of space.<br>Maybe<br>the distance<br>between two<br>things is better<br>measured by want<br>than by foot<br>and here in<br>the empty<br>room I want<br>the phantom<br>of some phrase<br>from before<br>everything<br>was separated<br>on such a<br>galactic scale.<br>I try to think<br>about the color<br>of your breath.<br>I try to picture<br>Bach bouncing<br>off your flesh<br>like rainbow disco.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">Once in Wales,<br>I went underground<br>in an old coal<br>mine in overalls<br>patted down<br>against smuggled<br>sparks. We<br>were dressed<br>as miners. We<br>descended like<br>miners into<br>the dark. Scared<br>like miners, we<br>were warned<br>against electronics,<br>\u201cEven the air<br>underground<br>wants you<br>dead.\u201d Even<br>a flicker might,<br>star-like, ignite<br>the dark, like<br>how a slash<br>of lightning can<br>turn the black<br>about the house<br>into a sudden<br>neighborhood,<br>a landscape<br>caught in<br>the act of<br>living<br>thriving<br>all along<br>through<br>the storm.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">We dampened<br>even our voices<br>as we fell,<br>upside down,<br>into the night.<br>Our guide<br>darkened<br>his torch,<br>and we<br>were thrown<br>headlong into<br>the primal,<br>unquenchable<br>dark.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">My hands<br>raised to my<br>open eyes<br>were nothing.<br>My friends<br>were nothing.<br>No walls.<br>No wet.<br>No stars.<br>No light.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;               Pre.<br>Pre-primordial,<br>even. Then in<br>the emptiness<br>somewhere a<br>sound dragging<br>us out of the pre<br>-planetary-dark.<br>Our voices<br>echoed<br>from nothing,<br>off of nothing.<br>Out of nothing<br>we were born.<br>We became<br>again ourselves,<br>bodiless but real<br>in the dark.<br>Then<br>out of the dark<br>we climbed<br>following<br>the sound<br>of our<br>homesick<br>voices.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator is-style-wide\" \/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Brian Lutz<\/strong> teaches at Delaware Valley University. His poetry has appeared in Slate, Cimarron Review, and other journals. Brian and his family live in Pennsylvania.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We Fell, Upside Down, into the NightBrian Lutz Somewhere anelectric sound.Violent. Primal.Placeless likeweightless spaceout past the satellites. 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