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2021-10-14T13:12:16-07:00December 14th, 2011|Musings on life|

Falling

I’ve always been obsessed with falling.

The irreversible kind:
mountain ledges,
airplanes.

I want to know the secrets
their bones pressed
into the earth
underneath them
at the end.

Did they scream
and then stop,

or panic all the way down,
climbing the air,
a final thud
of regret?

Was there time to experience the plunge
so fast the cold
became hot?

Did the birds
follow
for a while?

Could I ever
be so open,
so ready,
that I could witness my limbs
swimming in the wind
and spin for a moment
in gratitude?

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