Falling From the Plane At 10,000 Ft.
It's another universe out there:
a snow-scape of valleys and hills
with a marshmallow floor you could
almost jog on, as solid-seeming as
the world we've just left. Drifting,
drifting, like a snowflake, slow-motion
in a space where there is no time,
no missing element in the free fall
in which you find souls in transition who
must stall a bit. Death was so quick,
the sorrowing, long. It's a slow ascent
before your downward drop because
all around us is that incredible blue
we aspire to, as we reach for the sun,
and He who formed it from fire.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2008
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