Thursday, October 27, 2011


A small jolt,
the dropping of the stomach,
eyes closed at the apex of the swing set.
beyond all probability,
between white mountains and white sky.
Leaving below all that is known
and stretching upward
to things not meant to be fathomed.
somewhat perilously,
between the lives known and loved
and the angels that watch in awe.
This is flight.

1 comment:

Frizzy said...


Was it quiet as you fell from the sky? Sounds amazing and even healing? The full grasp of LETTING GO and trusting.