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Waterfall<\/strong><\/p>\n There\u2019s a terror in its stillness, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Joshua Judson<\/strong> is a poet and editor from Nottingham. His work has appeared in publications such as Magma, The North, and Brittle Star. He is currently working on the manuscript for his debut pamphlet, which is to be entitled Lad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Waterfall There\u2019s a terror in its stillness, The way you cannot pick a spot and follow it to gauge speed or strength. The way it just is. The way it seems to stand like a pillar of a Greek Temple that outlasts the walls or ceilings as if it was always meant […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19022","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19022","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19022"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19022\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19125,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19022\/revisions\/19125"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19022"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19022"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19022"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe way you cannot pick a spot
\nand follow it to gauge speed or strength.
\nThe way it just is. The way it seems to stand
\nlike a pillar of a Greek Temple that outlasts
\nthe walls or ceilings as if it was always meant to
\nto hold up the sky. And so, too, must you stand
\nas awe drives a pool into your chest deep enough
\nthat a group of teens might hold hands and jump
\ninto it one crisp spring morning. You try to imagine
\na beginning. The river, a child lost in a supermarket,
\nturning, looking, afraid. The booming Tannoy announcement
\nof gravity gifting a way out \u2013 down. You imagine a beginning,
\nhow that first drop must have been a team building exercise.
\nThe water falling, shining, vulnerable. Trusting the ground,
\nits moss and earth and rock to take it\u2019s weight. All of it, forever.<\/p>\n