Free Fall

Red sky, iceberg, ocean.
Everyday, a stark recurrent
dream. Like life, like floating
in between heart spaces dividing
the helpless from the trusted.

The way I choose to love,
possess then lose it. Now,
comes the free fall, arms
and limbs and sorrow become
a lesson in gravity. When
you stop, you've hit bottom

rise up carefully when
no one is watching.

1 comment:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

So often, your poems have, for me, a "rightness" - and yet I could never have guessed them beforehand; they are revelations.