Upon Dropping Myself (An Accident)

Written by: Andrew Gallagher

Not enslaved to the flow of time;
no peril yet for careless hands.

sealed and complete,

I picture it
off the floor,
a fragile capsule
packed with gallons
of linoleum spite.
to burn with it
the miles
up between us and flight

- but gravity, gravity

paves a path
to nearest harbor;
the egg lands on the catch
of my palm’s 
bomb-hatch,

wingless.
defused.

a message maydayed to me:

are you tethered to the merest tock?
threatened by the slightest flick of wind?