and all the scaffolding
that has held me up
crashes down
and I stumble
from the theater
to find myself
in my body,
heart naked as a cloud.
I crouch in the dry dirt
behind a building,
weeping,
unable to stand,
stunned again
by the truth
of loving what
must be lost.
When finally I rise,
my hat comes off.
How right
if feels in my hair,
on my face,
the wind.
- after watching Sentimental Value at Telluride Film Festival
Sometimes a great film can remind you that life is a Jenga tower – one scene, one moment, the piece that brings it all down. The Trailer looked superb, so I’ll definitely see the film.
It was wonderfully constructed, wow.
It was the last scene in the film that got me.
❤️