It was the way he walked, which led to my puzzlement.
Yes, in Bangor there were many steep roads to descend,
but even on flat terrain his legs went out before him,
as his stiff spine pushed itself back into what appeared
to be an invisible wall.
And, yes, Bangor did have fierce winds that could drive
a person backwards,
but even without inclement weather, he walked on with
his lower body at twenty degrees to his torso.
No, these particular variables could not explain his
unusual, grotesque gait.
Learning something of him: the schizophrenia; the alcoholism;
the occasional scabbed and bruised forehead,
I knew it was a fear of…
that steep roads and strong winds come and go with passing hours,
but gravity will always remain to threaten.
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